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People thinks and say such silly things sometimes, we’re all guilty of it. But here are ten common misconceptions the rest of the world has about writers.

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What To Write About When The Dreaded Deadline Is Looming – by Derek Haines… — Chris The Story Reading Ape’s Blog

on Just Publishing Advice: You have to write an article or blog post, and the clock is ticking Every writer knows the feeling. You need to write about something, and quickly, but you are at a loss for topic ideas. For authors and those writers who are into more creative writing pursuits, there is usually […]

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Bleu

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Armand in his atelier

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Le croix de Cathar

Bleu

Cobalt

As the tiny rivers

Winding beneath

Papery thin skin

I watch as they have slowed

But remember their faster pace                                                    

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Armand et Auguste

Cerulean

As the plastic cannula

From oxygen tank

To your nasal orifice 

Easing each breath

Your hands reach for me

Offering each cheek to be kissed

Royal

As the dancer

In the flames

As you welded and forged

Iron and steel into magnificent forms

Gates, railings but also art

A band of musicians

Prominent upon your mantel

My own, croix de Cathar

A gift like your friendship

Armand

Bleu shall forever

Be the colour of you

Increasingly fragile

As you reach out for Auguste

The great-grandson who shares

Your sparkle from cobalt eyes  

Bisous,

Léa

Chasse au trésor

“Time passes irrevocably.”   –  Virgil

 

“Time passes, and little by little everything that we have spoken in falsehood becomes true.”   –  Marcel Proust

 

“If you want an interesting party sometime, combine cocktails and a fresh box of crayons for everyone.”   –  Robert Fulghum

 

 

Chasse au trésor

There is no map to guide

This treasure hunt

Intuition – my trusted

And only compass

De nombreux cadeaux attendent

My discovery

Each New Year

Filled with possibilities,

Challenges, opportunities

Each day precious

Slipping through my hands

I cannot hang on to them

Nor save in a vault

Moments fly away

Sable dans le vent

*

Bisous,

Léa

Time

“But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.”  – Benjamin Disraeli

“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.”

–  Steve Jobs

“You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by; but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by.”

–  James M. Barrie

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Time

The eternal stalker

Knows each of us

Intimately

Counts each breath

Every step you take

Is it an abacus

Or a calculator?

He uses to keep

Track

Saluting him with

The Bronx cheer

I burn the candle at

Both ends

Up early to walk

The sacred hills

Late nights counting

Stars

Dancing close to dawn

Whatever time is left

Use it up

Wear it down

Regardless how thin

The fabric becomes

It is rich with the sounds

Of laughter,

Salty with tears and

Friends

***

Bisous,

Léa