les mots

“If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.”   –  Nelson Mandela

“Language is wine upon the lips.”   –  Virginia Woolf

“French is the language that turns dirt into romance.”   –  Stephen King

“Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.”   –  William Butler Yeats

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les mots

laughing

at myself

i look over

the poem i

just wrote

mots française caches

creeping into

most every

poem now

unplanned

they come from

a deeper

source

this is where

i belong

*

bisous,

léa

Trad-ing Winds

“A great wind is blowing, and that gives you either imagination or a headache.”
– Catherine the Great

“As time goes by, I realize that I do trust the wind. And I often write my songs for myself.”
– David Friedman

“Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!”
– William Butler Yeats

Trad-ing Winds

Born where

The Santa Ana’s

Drove me

Indoors

Pushed me away

Made me ill

Literally taking

My breath away

Cutting familial

Ties

I now live

Where the

Mistral

Is a frequent

Visitor

Howling

Outside

My door

Slamming

My beloved

Wooden shutters

I laugh

As the leaves

Swirl

Today the

Forces of

Power

Have shifted

I walk with

And against

Her fury

She whispers

Kindly

In my ear

Bisous,

Léa