Sunday, June 21, 2009

Alone but not alone

...this morning on my peregrination
across the fields of blooming vines
I spotted a windfarm of mills
as I trundled further
I had a solitary sensation
of being part of a whole
from before there were people
until now
I saw Carcarsonne
from afar - a fata morgana
albeit - but I know what I saw.
Bucolic area to the max
and talking to the listener...




Carcasonne is over thirty miles
in direct line from where I was
standing.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Nature

No flies means clear skies
many of them and it rains
so when you walk
hear your nature talk
obey it because
it's without flaws
so I am always in awe
of mater's natural law.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

thoughts of a garden

tending one's garden demands
patience and practice
making your buds grow
guiding them gently
trim them up the trellis
then prune them well
so that their growth
will be strong
practice and patience
sooner or later
most of the time
your blooms find their way
to climb the lattice,
but even the old gardener
keeps a vigilant eye
then hopes that
the dirt will be full
of wiggly worms aerating
and the rain substantiates
the new crop - strong
independently spouting

Tuesday, June 02, 2009

Un mardi matinale

Un concert ce matin
dans notre eglise
etait un emerveillement
pour mes oreilles.
C'etait une epreuve.
Les musiciens monumentaux
faisaient la musique
merveilleusement
Un privilege phenomenal
d'un Mardi de Juin.

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Blockage

Cooler days in Languedoc
suddenly a writer's block
hits me with a bang
lo, not sturm und drang
but rather a middle age
me completely off stage
I try to get my bearings
not possible - despairing
walk away from this machine
create your French cuisine
and maybe you will find
your words, your absent mind.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

un roi froid

Il y a du vent fort
dans mon village
il s'appelle
le tramontane
et il serait roi
des jours trois,
six ou neuf
on ne sais jamais
mais il est frais
ce vent du nord
il pousse, il fait
des bruits de volets
et comme il va s'amuser
s'il l'on veut ou pas
il reste le roi
froid.

Monday, May 25, 2009

Jump

Jump - said the clown
how high said I
not how high said the clown
how low said I
just jump said the clown


should
or shouldn't I

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