il vit dans la lune / he lives in the moon

“Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.”                  –  Buddha

 

“There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.                       –  George Carlin

 

“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”      –       Anton Chekhov

 

il vit dans la lune / he lives in the moon

a man in the moon?

or so they

tell us in

rhyme and

verse

*

so be it

i shall

go to him

in the dark

a pilgrimage

*

finding solace

in each of his forms

devotedly he returns

watching over me

in slumber

*

dreaming peacefully,

breath comes soft and easy

in benediction

he showers me

with stars

*

Bisous,

Léa

Bone speak

“The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.” 

–      William Shakespeare

 

 

 

Bone speak

Not yet

Brittle

Yet perhaps

A bit of a rattle

De temps en temps

Where I have lain

Broken

In the past

*

That speeding car

Stopping in the back

Of my own

Fracturing C2

The axis

Of my revolving

Kindly you didn’t

Sever spinal connections

*

So many years ago

Even a scan doesn’t

Find a trace of you

Yet the coldest wind

Tightens its grip

Rappel de mon cou

Of what might

Have been

*

The only evidence

Lies buried beneath

Long muddy brown locks

Burr holes, for traction

A puzzle for future

Anthropologists

Pas du tout

My ashes will not

Be found

*

Bisous,

Léa

Talk: it doesn’t come

“The most exhausting thing in life is being insincere.” 

–       Anne Morrow Lindbergh

 

“It has always seemed strange to me… the things we admire in men, kindness and generosity, openness, honesty, understanding and feeling, are the concomitants of failure in our system. And those traits we detest, sharpness, greed, acquisitiveness, meanness, egotism and self-interest, are the traits of success. And while men admire the quality of the first they love the produce of the second.”   –  John Steinbeck

 

“A man is the sum of his actions, of what he has done, of what he can do, Nothing else.   –  Mahatma Gandhi

***

Talk: it doesn’t come

It doesn’t come

Any cheaper

Than that

A few words

Without the

Actions to

Reinforce

My lack of

You

Why you call

Once or twice a

Year

In five years

Not a single

Visit

Yet when there is

Brief chat (always too busy)

Or email

You tell me

You love me

And how

I am

Missed

But the

Actions

Or shall we

Simply say the

Lack

Of action

Reverberate

Across the

Sea

***

Bisous,

Léa

Caring for your muse

“To draw you must close your eyes and sing.”  –  Pablo Picasso

“I can always be distracted by love, but eventually I get horny for my creativity.”  –  Gilda Radner

“I do not seek. I find.”  – Pablo Picasso

***

 

caring for your muse

one cannot expect the muse

to subsist on a diet of only

white bread, salad and chicken

the muse requires dark chocolate

black cherries, truffes (truffles)

washed down with champagne or

premium vin rouge

a muse will not be confined

to numbers on a clock

nor the position of the sun

on the horizon

she sets her own time

and will be obeyed

her candle burns at both ends

muse requires a steady supply        

of sensory stimulation

the smoothness of a stone

plucked from the icy riverbed

burning sand between her toes

excesses of silk

a kitten’s fur

caramel stuck to teeth

sexual tension and a lover’s touch

the rhythms of heat

sunlight on her back

                                                                      –                                                                        

the rustling of leaves

the crack in a glacier

before tumbling to sea

waves crashing ashore

screaming sirens

60’s rock

hard rock

bolero

mozart

hot tar on the newly

paved road

          a wet dog            

lilac, thyme, rosemary

pine, rose

the damp sweetness

of the chestnut tree

in the rain

all food to whet

artistic revelation

if denied

starvation will be

fatal

nourishment

is in your hands

will you give her

smorgasbord

or do you only offer

fast food

***

Bisous,

Léa

Salon de thé à Narbonne

“So long as you have food in your mouth, you have solved all the questions for the time being.”  –  Franz Kafka

“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.   –  J.R.R. Tolkien

“Too many people just eat to consume calories. Try dining for a change.”  –  John Walters

 

*** 

 

Salon de thé à Narbonne

The tourists

Have arrived

Les cafés with shade

Draw the largest crowd

Salade Garesh

Poulet au curry

Mango – yaourt (yogurt)

Cucumber sauce

Trois tables

Occupied by the

French

Close by

English and

Dutch

Tongues flutter

Le menu ten euros

Tarte sallée

Ou  Salade Garesh

Verre de vin

Café

You finally comprehend

A shorter lunch

Would be barbaric

Bisous,

Léa

La Langue Maternelle

“We must develop and maintain the capacity to forgive. He who is devoid of the power to forgive is devoid of the power to love. There is There is some good in the worst of us and some evil in the best of us. When we discover this, we are less prone to hate our enemies.”    –  Martin Luther King

“I shall allow no man to belittle my soul by making me hate him.”

– Booker T. Washington

“The three hardest tasks in the world are neither physical feats nor intellectual achievements, but moral acts: to return love for hate, to include the excluded, and to say, “I was wrong”.   –  Sydney J. Harris

***

La Langue Maternelle

Two sides to

Everything

Especially

Your face

You spoke to

Me and

Others

About this one

And that one

And without stopping

For breath

Turn to them

To speak of

Me

Yet cannot begin

To comprehend

Why the few

Who continue

To listen

To attend you

Are the same

Ones

Talking behind

Your

Back

Your

Razor sharp

Tongue

Viler than any

Serpent

Medusa

Could have learned much

From you

The tears for you

Were shed into the

Sand

I leave you with

Love (does it sound strange?)

From a safe distance

And

Pity

***

Bisous,

Léa

Vérités factices

“It is discouraging how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit.”

–       Noel Coward

“During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act.”

–       George Orwell

“The great masses of people will more easily fall victims to a big lie than to a small one.”

–       Adolf Hitler

“For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.”

–   William Shakespeare

* * *

Vérités factices

In the beginning

The mirror was cracked

Fragments dispersed

Edges splintered

Scattered

Unrecognizable

As to the piece

Of origin

Dust-like particles

Swept up

Glued into something

Resembling

Legitimacy

Recorded by the

Proper authorities

These lies follow me

Those who could testify

Are dead, save one

She drones on

Spinning her

Webs of

Deceit

* * *

Bisous,

Léa

Fin du monde – zeitgeist

“The world began without man, and it will end without him.”

 –       Claude Lévi-Strauss

“The world dies over and over again, but the skeleton always gets up and walks.”

–   Henry Miller

***

Fin du monde         

...
Pic du Bugarach – the upside down mountain

On the eve

Of the world’s

End

I sit

In my village

Reading poems of

Renewal,

Beauty, and

Tomorrows

A short drive away        IMG_4399

Bugarach

The final portal

 Des gendarmes

Des journalists

Paying a premium

To cover the

Spectacle

To witness

The end

Bugarach village
Bugarach village – Pic du Bugarach

Make a dash

For the final

Portal

Another world

To trash

And

Burn

Security is

High

Sensationalism

Sells

While I

Make plans for

L’printemps

***

Bisous,

Léa

ce n’est pas vrai

“We can speak without voice to the trees and the clouds and the waves of the sea. Without words they respond through the rustling of leaves and the moving of clouds and the murmuring of the sea.” – Paul Tillich

“Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.” – Antoine de Saint-Exupery

***

ce n’est pas vrai

it is not true

that a word

or thought

hurtled

in the dark

does not travel

far

a single word

whispered

into darkness

reverberates

throughout

the night

around the planet

through time

in perpetuity

triggers synapse

life,

love and lies

cannot be

extrapolated or

quantified

a word

in the dark

like a sigh –

hush, you can hear it

even if it

was not spoken

it will

summon

bid you

home

***

bisous,

léa