faraway granny

Photos of children from afar
Make them seem more real
my mother's conundrum
when she saw my offspring
was of the same caliber
As when I see my grandkids
they are alive and growing.
in my brain they live
their own existence
imaginary and real

what is reality other than
a true phantasy of
being part of their lives

Socks

Socks under the tree
For everyone to own
To keep toes warm
Is my treat this year
Dumbledore's dictum
'You can never have
Too many socks' I live by
Maybe some recipients
These will regret to which
I'll say 'Oh Shucks'.

A Holiday celebration

Coming soon the day of feast
cutting up three ducks or two geese -
help I have to cook them first
before the guests will die of thirst
and hunger oh no here I go
a Seussian poem of sorts
crazy little gifts of naught
but as long as the idea
of a holiday without fear
enters everybody's mind
my feat will be just fine.

To Malala

Education is everything everywhere
and with education comes peace
piece by piece brick by brick
will education bring all kinds
of openness and curiosity
towards your fellow human beings
this is your hope and mine too
it should be everybody's wish
accepting differences and diversity
however all the buzz words are for naught
if we do not start with our own
and surely educating people of
not using guns but schools is
too scary for the backers of wars.
Lots of money go into education
the rewards are slow in coming
whereas the warmongers and sellers
of the finest weaponry get instant
gratification - forgetting
that education built the guns.
If guns could build education
would that not be something to strive for
instead of war and heinous strives?

10 minutes

Ten minute- poem today
it is all I've got
what if it was all the
time I had left, what to do, but
to text my loved ones
and tell them -
I love you
I tried to do the best
I could and you will stay
with me for another 7 minutes
after which I shall stop
to exist
sadly we rarely get that
change at the end
so before I go
I just say thanks
and l o v

Inondations

Inondations dans mon village
beaucoup de la plue - quel menage
et a l'interieur de mon ame
les gouttes de larme
toujours en moi ils restent
sans qu'ils s'assechent.

November comings and goings

November comings
daughter's birth
Thanksgiving's feasts
wintry weather
starts.

November goings
another month gone
Turkey carcasses out
darkness and December's
there.

Morality

Morality is for the high horsey ones
if you point fingers
you are the one on the line.

Technology

Technology is
overtaking the mind
of everybody -
so the has-to-have
is more
than ever before
creating a need
forgetting
that it is just
a tool - nothing else
---

des prix litteraires

Prix Goncourt et prix Renaudot
sont deux couronnes
pour des auteurs
sur le continent de mon ame
helas, j'arrive pas a les
recevoir
car je n'ai rien ecrit.
mes prix sont vivants
Cela n'est pas a mepriser
Non plus.

True to the mirror

Pictures at an exhibition
of naked older women
described in a zine;
in olden days
you would have named them 'Old"
but today their age is
'the median'.
The many maidens had much
hanging not
truly strutting their tits
or their thighs wrinkling
blinking against the
timeless hours of
using and abusing their bodies.
Refreshingly unbrushed
reality mirrored-
of course regretting
the closeness of death...
Ah - to be young again
with all the knowledge
my body has absorbed
but then my wrinkles
would have been in vain.

in the cloud

memory a long time ago
went away to the iclouds
can I get it back?
only if I remember the
i-password
ah how different mi world is
compared to that of my mother's

accidental haiku

outside my window
the mower guys run and cut
the neighbors' green lawn

Broken

Again I broke my wrist
dancing with the dog twist
osteoporosis
it is not cartharsis.

Village - ou es-tu?

Ou es-tu
mon village
loin de moi
si proche dans
mon cerveau
embrouille ennervee
et ma sante souffre
quand je me promene
entre les maisons
anciennes
mes bons endorphins
sont vivants
ici sur l'autre cote
de l'Atlantique
je suis en train
d'atrophier.
Une solution?
pas pour
longtemps.....

Loin

Loin de rien
des reves lointains
nul
nul
nul
Loin de rien
des reves proches
alas
alas
alas
des reves sont
....

Soixante-six

Le requiem de Mozart
est dans mes oreilles
et c'est magnifique
le jour de ma naissance
cette musique restera
avec moi - outre tombe.

On the eve of a vote

Oh hail Scotland
Where will you be heading?
To your independence
or to your adherence?
on a dark night over the moor
down in the glens
Fairies dance their
freedom reel in tandem
with the splash
from the elusive elves.
on this night yards
of whiskey will be
drowned or drunk
depending upon
whose views will win.
know only this
Wonks and think tanks
will debate for eons.
And this non voter
But cosmopolitan with
the right to bear
a tartan of your clansmen
is wildly intrigued.
After three hundred years
You get a choice.
Democracy is definitely
daring and daunting.
Question is My Bonnie
do you fare or rest?

Dans un vieux fauteuil

un autre cote loin de mon reve
j'entend Puccini's Madama Butterfly
L'histoire de la Japonaise
me calme drolement - la vie
l'amour - une ephemere
rien ne peut jamais rester
et le vieux docteur Faust
avait fait avec le diable un "deal"
incontournable pour lui -
le moment n'est plus la
- l'amour d'un reve -
phantasme et une femme
est en train de crever
a l'interieur - sauf
a l'exterieur on ne peut
rien voir...
dans un vieux fauteuil.

Polyvalent

Polyvalent - dans l'esprit
j'aurais aime d'etre
mais il me semble qu'en
train de vieillir
ce n'est pas possible -
sauf dans mes reves
et la dedans - eux - ils me
donnent toutes les possibilites
d'etre un etre -
pas monotone
mais polychrome!

La cuisine et yelp

La cuisine est comme un boucle
elle a une ambiance creante
la bouche et la souche et le nez
avec les yeux cherchants
le repas parfait
et quand le resultat est celui
d'un reve presque sensuel
le faim sera suprime vivement
en moi en buvant le - lait
de nature symbolisant
la nouriture - du cerveau
et du ventre de Zola
decrivant les gens d'autrefois
et auourd'hui eux ils
s'expriment sur yelp
en disant que tel ou l'autre
establissement est bon ou pas
et voila le boucle est fait.

L'etre et le neant

L'etre et le neant
des qu'on est ne
on vit
des qu'on meurt
....
on n'existe plus
l'ame vivant contre
l'ame mort
....

Ensuite la mort
est naturelle
pour toute les choses
et les causes
....

Pourquoi est-ce que
l'etres vivants
n'accepent pas
la mort? (sauf
en theorie)
....

Suivre sa vie
en acceptant sa mort
est pour une personne
trop de neant
....

Voila pourquoi
les hommes s'invite
des religions
des pierres
pour dire qu'un jour
quand ils ne sont pas la
il reste quelques choses
des idees ou
des monuments
....

Nous les poetes
decrivent avec des mots
simples ou compliques
pour ne pas etre oublies
.....

quelles funebres futilitess!
Quand est-ce-qu'on sait
vraiment s'il y a quelqu'un
qui lit des mots
des idees ou des monument
que la mort efface tout
l'etre et le neant

Internationale

Mon homme danois est en train
d'installer un nouvel ordi
d'une amie suisse en
allemand avec les touches francais
Vive l'internationale!

A question of many

In Antiquity - in Rome
Cicero spoke wise words
In the Middle Ages
Leonardo painted and created
another world - perhaps
with the help of the Chinese
In the period of Enlightenment
men were wise and formed
a new concept based on
Ancient worlds -
Einstein discovered how
the world may have been
screwed together
why can we not head
some of these
not unscrew the whole shebang?

Helas encore

En revenant des faits passes
je decouvre que je suis
encore enrangee
et je me demande pourquoi
Tout est termine
mais il y reste des blessures
et c'est pour cela j'ai crie.

Momentarily

Everything can be done
momentarily
but not everything should be done
momentarily
A mountain of events
could momentarily
go bust
in a moment
and yet momentarily
it could happen
and that would
be historically
monumentally
essential
so when you decide
to do something momentarily
remember
that the movements
of the wings of the butterflies
in Mexico or elsewhere
will momentarily
affect everyone
momentarily.

D'etre present

Solitaire dans la maison
proche de moi
le moyen age m'embrasse
pas d'effroi.

Entre les pres et l'air
je me promene
si c'etait l'antiquite
tout s'evene.

Seul d'etre present
dans le moment
va sauver mon ame
en l'humectant.

Hail Friends

Hail storm of 15 minutes
nothing remains the same
when you discover
the dreadful damage
you also realize
who are your real friends.

(To Margaret and Tony)

Tale delerium

de
som snakker fornuft
som jeg kan forstaa
er interessante
men der er ogsaa dem
som aevler hele tiden
for at dominere -
politikere og andre
smaa folk
men alligevel finder
man af og til guldkorn
selvom det ikke er ofte
hos dem

jeg lytter
og filosoferer over
hvordan jeg kan lade mig
dominere af nulliteter
(ja jeg er doemmende)
men hvordan kan jeg andet
naar svadaen overvaelder mig.

Det er skraemmende og det
er saadan Hitler kom frem.

Two items

Reading le Monde
about the West versus the East
two items strike me.
The renaissance and
the respect for the individual.
Everything else
does not matter.

Remembrance

Childhood somewhere north
memories brought forth
during a week's holiday

Girlfriend is my sister
the best I could wish for
the view: a sound of sea

We heard jazz and saw sun
with her brother - just fun
just what I dreamt of

A Monday in town - jazz
discussed life's razzmatazz
two fates without sex

A mild day a mature woman
new abode and talk to bosom
ending at a museum

Wild meeting in town at noon
lunch and chat - balloons
flying - moving along

Dinner that night two fates
a birthday's dinner with updates
walking on the beach

A new old town - picked up
two friends - not dixie cups
a sure memory lane drive

Later that night fun newbies
shown their abode - a true ruby
chat chat half the night

Return to girlfriend - biked
around the old place - hiked
up her father and family

A Saturday in jazz again
that ended in pouring rain
but we heard the music

Sunday now so quiet and gray
it will be my final full day
in the old memory lane

Still I shall meet another lady
middle years uncovered shaky
under the sky in clouds

Tomorrow I shall return to where
my choice is - a new life - aware
the jump has been made.

Touch lady

I know a lady
who is battling
fighting
and is a tough broad
with a smile
she takes on
cancer!
If ever I get
that friggin' disease
she will be my
lode star.

To Ia

weirdy wordy

drool
cool
wool
awol
which
word
do not
belong?
spool
school
jule
ach-
no more
a la
the famous
Dreisel
and yet
snook a cook
jump a brook
end of
story!

Mort d'une memoire

C'est drole
comme fonctionne le cerveau
je n'arrive pas
a trouver dans ma memoire
pourtant je sais que
je l'avais ecrit
sans que je le notais!

Morning thoughts

A lazy morning on the loft
looking out on the vineyards
my mountain in the distance
lies in a hazy breeze
and with my myopic eyes
everything seems well
but inside some houses
there are strange going-ons
some molest their children
others spit control
over spouse and bicker
bitterly in the beauty around
sordid crummy abodes
with nothing but squalor
outside the suns beckons
another day is here -
I sit in peace up herye
knowing fully that I
am a lucky bastard in my
solitude - away from it all.

Enfants de la guerre

Aujourd'hui en me promenant
j'ai recontre quelqu'un
qui m'a parle d'un photo
d'un enfant de la guerre 14.
Et aujurd'hui il y a des enfants
qui se battent chaque jours
comme des hommes defendant
quelque chose inutile
ou les terres de leurs peres.
Je hais la guerre normalement
tout a fait d'idiotie
mais des fois j'avoue necessaire
mais jamais avec des enfants
qui ont droit d'innocence
des rires fous et de la tendresse
ils n'ont pas besoin
d'etre vieux avant d'avoir vecu
et avoir les yeux de savoir
faire ... la - guerre!

Paper

Paper versus the cloud
is not to be sneezed at
the cloud remains in the sky
and parchment and the pulp
can last hundreds of years
so my choice will still be
paper - and alas here I write
in the sky azure blue.

Proust me hante

Un moment proustien
ce matin - en buvant
du lait semi-ecrime.
J'avais six ans
a Cap d'Ail - et la mer
reste eblouissant
une premiere fois
que j'avais avale
ce liquide epais.

Too much - too little

Too much wine
too much food
not enough self-discipline
too little water
too little fruit
I go on a French "regime".

Fifi

Je suis frustree
car mon ordi joli
n'aime pas corresponder
avec le petit wifi
de 2 g d'orange
et cela me donne
des complications
assez stupide - fifi.

Hjemme

En aabning i ens tidsforloeb
til en svunden sfaere
langt fra hvor jeg var baaren
udover viddenernes straekning

der har jeg hjemme

et sted hvor musikkkens gloed
spiller i maaneskin
aprikosens blodroede side
viser vejen - ad hvilken

jeg har hjemme der

at finde sin skaebne og
opdage at den var en anden
kan betyde to ting
et vejkryds eller en rundkoersel

jeg har der hjemme

une pensee a l'abri

Ici ce petit village
dans les grands nuages
aupres de la plage
sans trop de plumage
il me reste encore
un ete ou plus j'implore
la vie que j'adore
ou bien c'est fini.

A trip - a travail - complaint - no poem

Not a trip to Hawaii
that's for newly weds -
but a trip to Paris
from DC to Reykjavik
and then to Oslo finally
landing six hours later
than anticipated
I am completely dead!
All I had to do was wait
and grin and bear
that's tiring!

Azalea garden revisited

often on Mum's day
a request to revisit
Azalea gardens
a cornucopia - red and white
breath taking views
of nature's gift -
alas being outside
donates me a sniffle
or stronger -
the memory remains
forever in my mind's eye
- just needs a refresher
once in a while
- outside too.

May fever??

Sunday morning in May
sunshine
flowers blossoming
breezes
beautiful hay fevers
fairies
around the Maypole
exception
mayhap the dancing
waltzes
just over the haywire!

Morning frustrations

Crossword puzzle in the morning
sharpens your wit
if only I could get the clues
in just a little bit.
Most days are okay for the ups
often for the downs
but if it's a tv show or series
blank the unknowns.

gardening haiku

winter's vexation
on garden in a suburb
yard work is of verve

At kunne naar man skal

At kunne naar naturen kalder
er det vigttigste for en
ellers kan det jo vaere
at maven bliver en sten
eller endnu vaerre er det
at man kan eksplodere
ak, nu kan mit lille digt
kun saadan implodere.

Tanke paa Piet Hein

Describing an old clock

It runs around in place
counting the fates
it doesn't care where
it is at nine today
its people though
will be in time's woe
and they will swear
an hour less to decay.

Poetic license?

Zero in zero out
That's how we do it.
Sometimes your attention
is there but not here
and vice versa.

Attention getting
is not the same
as not getting
totally intense
heedfulness.

Again whether or
not I am concentrated
and giving this poem
my full reflection
the mind is elsewhere.

Haiku with a morale

fake promises shall
not entice you to a man
but gentleness will

Joel remembered

Aussie friend long gone
in April you stay always
in my soul - due to daffodils.

April sad haiku

dead roses in vase
in the corner of my room
must be thrown away

To Vlad

Hello President Putin
you shouldn't be shootin'
at the poor Ukrainians
with your shenanigans.
Show the world that
Russians are getting fat
from the money you spend
on them - like a friend.
No soldiers and weapons
and the usual aggression.
Attempt with the good
surprising the 'hood.
It has never been done -
stop firing the guns.

Doggie Easter sonnet

My dog lies on the parquet floor
she dreams about the clucking ducks
this morn walking out of the door
she wanted to hunt - ah oh schucks.
Her master would not let her run
and now she is ever so sad
a hunter - not a honey bun
born on the streets she was mossad.

Her days of leisure passes fast
once in a blue moon she wakes up
and mourns her freedom in her past
but since then food is in her cup -
though if she gets a chance at last
she hunts a bunny - for her sup'.

Am I?

Some are lucky
some are not
I am fortunate
in one sense
but I am
fuckingly frustrated.

Some are hot
some are not
I am happy
in one sense
but I am
mockingly messed up.

Some are with it
some are not
I am flourishing
in one sense
but I am
unluckily ungratified.

dog and bone

Doggie gets bone
bone gets eaten
dog defends bone
bone gets chewed
dog eats her bone
totally to a t.

Was ist ein Leben?

Leider gibt es keine Ubersetzung
eines Lebens - nur Fragen.
Wenn man sie beanwortet
findet man keine wirkliche Wahrheit
nur die Zeit wird schauen
dass viele Moglichkeiten gaben
und die Historiker mussen
zwischen alle den Ursachen suchen
and sie sind alle falsch oder richtig.

Yahya Hassan

having read a young poet's scream
I admit defeat (almost);
each human being has his or her
own battles,
so a granny's life is not
young fugitive's
and a forty year old paraplegic
has another perspective -
we are all alive
trying to cope
with violence disease mayhem
it strikes me
the true novels are the ones
where the heroine dies at the end
because we all do.

A tree felled in my yard

Nature felled its own
but some of them grow for
more than a thousand years -
if only they could talk
and bear witness to
the foibles of nature.
All gone are four trees
one fell on its own
the other three trees
were not too healthy
so their owner decided
their fate - will I be
my own master when I die?

Fuck off winter

O'er the hedge of sprightly red
bloom azaleas in April-May
so I should jump for joy
when finally Spring comes
but before it arrives
when I feel angry or
furious it is okay to swear
so fuck the winter -
there it felt good.

Blah rain

Oh what a beautiful rainy day
this is such a shitty way
to start the week on a Sunday
I'll take a rain check Hurray!

after dinner woe

after dinner woe
I have eaten too much
I cannot find my toe
this has got to stop
the wintry weather
of snow and sleet
and some air pressure
is just too bleek
End of eating snacks
licorice and cocoa
I'll turn by back
and swallow mojo!

Dog haiku

Sunny skies in March
Dog getting her greenie treat
she is so happy.

Itching

Itching inside the body
strange phenomenon
started slowly
now it is everyday
in every joint
What can it be but
wintry aches?
Or summer flies
butting in on me
waiting to come out.

To my son's late father

Another soul passed
one day this month -
I knew you well
for four years
and then we split.
We had a son together
and he and I moved
on and away.
You were married
before and after me
and your son is your
only living gift.
I saw you few times
after -
the anger, the scare,
the threadbare feelings
the sadness and despair
- last summer twice
in a nursing home
so young - so old
drinking yourself
into oblivion.
The Ides of March
is the day you died
Cesar's death and yours
will be ingrained
in my brain - as the coins
of Brutus and Charon.
Your genes blended
with mine rest in
three grandkids.
So you took part
in the gene pool -
sailing across the Styx
- not forgotten.

People - what a mess

people are born - people are dying
what we leave - in between
is our legacy - our bequest
our lives are not that important
only what carbon footprints will tell
how long the earth will breathe

people are born - people are dying
what we bring to the sphere
is our idea that humanity is regal
that the earth is our right
to claim and to do with what we
think is fitting - a false premise

people are born - people are dying
we are only a blimp on the horizon
our steps are baby ones - and children
unruly or obstreperous - alas
are wildly destructive - hence
the earth needs not sympathize with

People being born or people dying.

To the lassies - to the laddies

The lad:
The lassies are tempting
but very indecisive
they want and want and want
especially in a crisis.
What can we menfolks do
but clap their little bums
and say to the lassies
you are our love chums.
We think of you always
and do whatever we can
but what we reproach you
is a lack of attention span.

the Lassie
Hm what can I say but oh
the lads are so wonderful
they take what they want
their speech is full of wool.
the male think only of sex
wine, beer and whisky
they can be bold - happy
angry and very frisky.
Whenever they ponder
grand and smart vehicles
they are prone to spend
lotsa and lotsa of nickles.

The lad

But reproach and reprieves
on both sides will turn
into a war of the sexes
of Robert the Scot Burns.
Surely, we are here to fete
the eve of Eves's attributes
our accept of your sex
of your plain attitudes.
Towards your menfolks a
ring of your sensual dances
and we will happily convey
everything - for your entrances!

The Lassie

Yes, man-powers, let us forget
the bad times of urges' fight
and eat to our heart's mirth
give Burn's his dues of light.
Tonight, we bury the hatchet
and explore the glancing
of both parties's - our's meek
and yours - proud prancing.
As you aptly put it
your strong arms are needed
for lifting and heaving
we happily will this attain
by our graces receiving.


For a belated Burn's supper

A Voelva's aphorism

A modern woman of many
ideas
is like an elefant's
trunk
she thinks like a
Sophia
for she has lots of
spunk.

Death and a lady

Death becomes a lady
she is mourning the loss of life
hence she longs for nothingness
no problems anymore
no one to keep score
the gap of joy to succeed less
than the welded kitchen knife
her name was just Sadie.

No fun!

Shuffle - bubble - rubble
here's to trouble
I am going out to shovel
no fun - redouble.

Skin cancer gambol

hail to the cancer of the skin
you are many of a kind
you poke the people of yore
you sneak up - like a vine
you enter folks through the sun
and grow on them like blooms
if they do not pay attention
you will put them to ruin
heed to my little poem today
do not be a sun - bun like me
but be cautious and lather up
- your humble bumble bee.

Sunday Me

Sunday morning papers
mourning the world's state
mooning about
life's little peculiarities
why - whom - where
nonsensical politicians
of any denonmination
only in for their own
(if I ruled the world
it would be different)
a benevolent autocratic
with a sense of humor!
Ach - what a waste!

A start

After the winter storms
arrives the spring?
alas here in the state
all we see is drip-drip
and slushy grayish snow
away washed the white
albeit - the equinox
a month off from now
always wondering if -if?

Winter puzzle

Thunder in winter
wintry thundering
unheard of
yet I hear
dark rumblings
on a stark morn
and it is coming
closer - will I
see sparks too?

Backup

The screen on the laptop
died last night
and fear of losing
files of years gone
strangled my gut
BACKUP BACKUP BACKUP
because of course
lackadaisial as I am
I never did the crucial
BACKUP BACKUP BACKUP!
now in years to come
I shall try to become
more efficient and savvy
not to be caught
in the users' conundrum
BACKUP BACKUP BACKUP

A branch - haiku

snowclad but naked
scintillating carrying
the winter burden

Sarah remembered

A foggy day
in London town
sounds infinitely
better than
a snowy day
in Maryland.
The kids love
the latter
Some of the adults
too - young
at heart -
but to walk
at twilight in
misty-coated
metropolis
would be
a pre - St . Valentines
come true.
To sassy Sarah's
memory on a
forced house-bound
day somewhere.

"White paper"?

"white paper"
is my computer's
empty screen;
it can mean
a government's
wishes or programs;
in between
it can be origami
and other whatnots;
an authors start of
a novel or short;
so with these
empty thoughts
I still created
out of nothing
something!

"Monumental" Men

Film of Hilterian looting
reminded me: of rooting
for anything or anyone
beware: - do not succumb
to demonic leaders or fanatics
- they are much too emphatic
they will ensnare the souls
they will the minds control;
therefore always be sceptical
of men who are dogmatical!

Rodina - all mighty

A special day
the wintry Olympic games
that start in Sochi, Russia!
The competitions harden
the Russians
because they must win -
showing the might
Rodina Excelsia
The image of
Potemkin villages
have not been
in vain!

Grandkids' future?

My grandsons and granddaughter
are so very far away
and to this very day
their smiles and their laughter
remains elusive and yet
through my "lorgnette"
running in their backyard
that is my vanguard
their future to author
they will go farther
I see valiant archers
for now: you play marauder!

6 ore weeks says the groundhog

I have had enough
of wintry stuff
why can't we have
blue skies above?
Must we have 6 more
of those snowy scores
and endure the cold?
ah - I shouldn't scold
brat - and all that
face the splat
and laugh it off -
the groundhog huff'd.

Down to earth - jetlag again

After a trip
long distance
the usual jetlag
hits
- seeking advice
to combat this!

The older you get
the more diffult
it gets
- thanks a lot

A more palpable
counsel
appears in an email
- "I hear that
orgasms help!"

Une memoire tres douce

Un matin tout pres
de Paris regrette
la memoire de la ville
reste eternelle
tres eblouissante
d'un epoque -
la jeunesse innocente-
fermant les yeux;
d'un reveil porte
l'air febrile - mon Paris -
l'eau qui coule
pour rincer aupres
du macadam -
le bruit matinal
les cafes qui s'initalisent -
les hommes balayant
le trottoir - prets
pour un autre jour
non je n'ai rien
repousse de ma vie
et cette periode
etait une trouvaille
pour la trouvere.

La traversee

Un retard de l'avion
une greve des controleurs
et voila - moi
dans un hotel aupres
d'un aeroport
autour de ma ville preferee -
et si je voulais
me rendre la
je ne pourrai pas a
cause de la distance
en bus jusqu'au RER
alors je m'amuse
sur l'internet et
n'en fais rien.
Un temps perdu -
Dommage.
Mais j'ai rencontre
un femme qui s'en
va en Inde pour
faire la ceremonie
de notre terre
convaincue de son enfance
elle se rend chaque annee
pour etre la a cette fete.
Je lui a dit -
que notre Gaia en a besoin.
Et alors j'ai pense
cyniquement
que elle a quand meme
pollue la terre en se
rendant la bas.
La traversee rend des
fois la folie.

Le clocher du village

Le clocher a dit un mot
il le dit: a l'heure;
quand il marche le jour
et il se tait la nuit
un instant - un mouvement

J'adore entendre le son
de ce clocher -
des fois la cloche se
melange dans son pourparler
et elle a une presence
formidable - car elle
dit la messe est prete
ou un marriage ou
un enterrement -
les passages importants
de la vie - tandis que
le clocher il marche
tout le temps - et
la vie passe avec lui.

Un dernier jour

Le dernier jour d'etre ici
comme d'habitude
je me suis regalee
apres un mois et demi
j'ai pratique
la solitude
aussi avec mon bien-aime
mais surtout la maison
ou je demeure
etait le coin d'amis
en partant
je pleure
esperant
qu'un autre fois
d'y revenir
entendre le clocher sonner
en portant le sautoir
de perles -
dans ma memoire.

Nuages roses

Il y avait un nuage rose
sur mon ciel bleu
une minute avant c'etait
un coeur -
une seconde apres
triangle d'un beige pale
et maintenant trois
petits animaux
blancs
de la grande mer -
disparu!

Le pretentieux

Le soleil joue avec ses rayons
sur les murs il fait semblant -
qu'il a raison de jouer aux ombres
mais il n'est pas le seul maitre
il y a Gaia qui tourne 24 sur 24
il y en a ensuite des nuages
mais tout le monde peut simuler
et pourquoi pas lui - aussi?

Irreal reality

In my little cocoon
in a small village
I sit on the top floor
looking out on day
full of sunshine and warmth
-
somwhere else, every close
to home two people and the gunman
were shot dead Saturday morn.
-
irreal reality discovered
on Facebook one
quiet Sunday -

Why?

L'oreiller

J'ai toujours dit
que je suis un oreille
mais maintenant
il vaut mieux m'exprimer
autrement : un oreiller

de ton enfance
de ton marriage
de ton "affaire"
de tes idees de la vie
- peut-etre -
je t'ai soulagee
un tout petit peu
car un oreille
ne dit rien
mais un oreiller
peut quand-meme
donner des petits avis
sans avoir tout d'abord
une confrontation
-
parce que pour se battre
tous les jours
est fatigant -
la fecondite d'un etre
passe par des idees
ses espoirs -
sa curiosite
ses responsabititees
-
L'oreiller d'une vieille
profite d'etre
un peu mou
un peu sage
et on peut dire
tout qu'on veut
sans avoir des repercussions.

La vie continue

La realisation
que tu ne sois pas
pour une affaire
dans le penombre
etait pour moi
une liberation
avec mes fantasies
d'un ete fou
car la vie est
trop courte pour
des reves irreels;
pourtant tu reste
un ami de coeur
et c'est tout.

Ephemere

Les amis d'ici
sont plus proches
que des amis ailleurs
et c'est le mystere
que je ne comprends
car des copains
d'autrefois restent
presque ephemere.
Naturelle -
c'est une perception
personelle
mais pour vivre
dans l'aujourd'hui
il faut dire que
ma memoire me dise
noli me tangere.

De ma fenetre

Les toits
que je vois couvrent
des fois
des horreurs
des bonheurs
bien qu'ils s'ouvrent.
Dans le village
il y a des maisons
en "depannage"
et aussi sauvage
donc, de temps en temps
elles sont en bon etat
voila je fais le constat
que je suis dans les nuages.

Les bottines

Les bottines que j'ai achete
ce matin a Narbonne
me vont comme des gants
sans des problemes
de me serrer les orteils
c'est tres important
car mes pieds resteront
les seuls a me porter
jusqu'au ma mort precedee.

Liege

Liege etait le sol
dans ma cuisine d'enfance.
Liege est mportant
pour le vin
car les bouchons
sont par d'habitude
crees de liege.
Mais il y en a
des autres utilisations
admirables crees;
des chapeaux -
des chaussures
des chefs-oeuvres
des artistes.
Liege est souple
fort et demande
du respect et du temps
car pour les troncs
cela prennent des annees
a creer la matiere
essentielle -
l'imaginaire....

La realite de l'ange

Mon mari a commence a isoler
et il tousse en montant
sur l'echelon et la poussiere
lui donne du mal-
alors mon reve d'un ange
est irreel - plutot
l'ange fait des bruits
et il n'est pas tout a fait
silencieux - tousse -
hromphf hromphf
le travail est lourd
parce que il doit physiquement
bouger le sofa lourd
chaque fois qu'il monte
vivement sur l'echelle
pour rouler des rouleaux
d'isolation - seul.
Un ange - en travail.

Measurement

Pour measurer l'hauteur
dans notre grenier
le mari prend son truc
en se donnant les metres
et centimetres
de notre plafond en haut
pourqu'il peuve installer
l'isolation du toit.
Cela me donne des visions
des "anges" qu'ils volent
autour de l'homme
en train de faire des ruses
pour sauver sa famille
comme des gens de l'antiquite
de prendre la vie quotidienne
de matieres primaires
sans que le but du fait
ne soit que l'essentiel.
Mon homme est comme
les entrepreneurs d'autrefois.
D'etre ingenieur est
un measure d'intelligence
qu'il fait rarement des fautes
ou au moins qu'il pense
pratiquement au realite
et s'adapte vivement
car autrement sa vie serait
un echec epouvantable.