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.

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.

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

I i i

Once twice triple a village

to paraphrase the bard
once, twice, triple
a village -
it envraps me totally
absorbs my soul's desires
a village
the rain is damaging
the vines - we need sun
in a village
it will command my living
for the time I am here
away in the village

Those Norwegians!!

Those Norwegians -
those people from my north
wow - their generosity
their hospitality
defies all other
- they are unique
and for their existence
I am grateful -
those Norwegians
those people from my north

Those Norwegians
those people from my north
she - a beauty in herself
he - a comrade of mentality
they want to share -
and they do more than
is even wanted, less expected
those Norwegians
those people from my north

Those Norwegians
those people from my north
they taught me how
to give back to life
they give without thinking
how it is going to look
or how it will affect them
I humbly thank
those Norwegians
those people from my north

To Ia and Torsten

Rain haiku

Lime-colored lush lawns
last only till the sun burns
the rain has spoken

Process of poem

Working on another poem
the poetess is giving birth
to a very difficult child
it will take long to breech
and it will never be compleat
because the words and meanings
change along with a world
of full of surprises
decisions about what and where
and how and who and when
tumbling around inside
not the womb - but the mind
the germination of a human
takes nine months - this
may take even longer
having already thought of it
since it was first begun
it is one of its kind -
yet which way it will go
its maker still wonders
and time only time shall reveal

Hostile world

what to do in a world of hate
where to turn
where to find the tiny bit of love
where to yearn
what to do in a world of hate

what to do in a world of war
where to turn
where to find that tiny bit of peace
where to yearn
what to do in a world of war

what to do in a world of famine
where to turn
where to find that tiny bit of food
where to yearn
what to do in a world of war

what to do in a world of chaos
where to turn
where to find the tiny bit of hope
where to yearn
what to do in a world of chaos

Stories from home...

Washing machine
not pumping out
what to do?
Hubby away.
The water stands still -
I look at it -
try to pump out
several times
jerking the knots
of the machine -
Conclusion:
the pump seems to work fine
but the remaining water
still standing
grins at me.
Hubby's advice,
"buy a new or wait for me."
Not a viable solution for
the at-home-wife.

Hmm, back in the mist of
my school career of physics
I remember the vessels
of communication.
Told my daughter and found
a plastic tube long enough
to use for this experiment.

My practical progeny
took over and did the feat
without grumbling.
But when the last water
was almost gone
she caught a cup
started to scoop!
----
Sadly dawning on me
it would have been
so much faster?!!
And the thought never
even occured to me!
----
We laughed and I promised
her - not a rose garden -
only a cup of nice coffee...

Outlook - a loss of words?

Googling the world
will be forever entrenched
in our daily lives -
only to have it changed to
something entirely
different that we cannot
yet imagine
so
with John Lennon I shall
plead for phantastic
dreamers and holistic
young minds -
endeavour to strive
for the goodness
deep down
very deep down
no wars no hate
no give me give me give me
what did you ever do
to deserve give me?
I still am a hopelessly
hopeful idealist.
Mayhap googling for
knowledge and dreams
will live beyond hatred
beyond greed - ?
Imagine googling
hate, and the word
had disappeared one day.
Imagine googling
war, and the word
was gone from the world?
Would the loss of these
two words be so bad?

My mother's eyes

Steel blue and gentle
clearly aquamarine
I have never seen
anybody else with that hue
unique and proud
she hid herself
behind a veil
she a lady
would take one look
at you -
you would know
whether you were in her favor
or out of it
sometimes she was sad
sometimes she was angry
but most of the time
she was composed
and self-contained
Steel blue and gentle.

Dreams of images

dreamer of dreams
welder of weldings
painter of paintings
yielder of yields
musicians of music
imaginings of images
which came first
language or thoughts?
does it matter
when we can still
visualize hope?

A rose of the Jura Mountains

a rose of the Jura mountains
from afar it glimpses
a mild smile urging
a wayward wanderer
to try it on for size
this rose I encounter rarely
but to this day - genteel
and seemingly sincere -
the Juras speak the language
of Ronsard, Molliere and Proust
and the rose will bloom
in my mind for a long time
with the language in common

Kaput

blood pressure rankles
up and down the scale
genetics or boundaries
tai-chi or meditation
alleviates the burden
decompression desperately
urged and needed - cannot
I have finally gone kaput

To an honest person -thanks

a tiny hope for humanity
since yesterday morn
I lost my wallet in a city
terrified I cancelled cards
only to become totally
completely mouth-opened
astounded of the generosity
- an anonymous person -
returned the wallet intact - honestly