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Words soaring

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The scene is beautifully painted with words

Words, subtle

Words, descriptive

Words, powerful

Words, booming

Words, colorful

Words, soaring 

 

And this tapestry composed of words

With threads of gold, silver and silk

Is a feast for the eyes

Puts a smile on my face

 

The craftsmanship is second to none 

Created with love

Telling a story 

 

Words, magnetic

Words, magical

Words, intricate 

Conveying the complexity of the mind of the artist

 

Words are the emanation of the soul

Creating the most exquisite tapestry

 

February 26th,  2029

Writing

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Do you know how you anticipate eating a delicious meal that’s waiting for you?

How you can almost taste it?

How you can smell the aroma?

 

Do you know how you anticipate seeing a friend you haven’t seen for a while?

Basking in their company and catching up?

 

Do you know how you anticipate entering your warm house

When you have been walking outside in a cold winter night?

 

Do you know how you look forward to sleeping in your comfortable bed at the end of a long day?

When you can’t keep your eyes open any longer?

 

That’s how I feel when I haven’t written for a few days

When I know I’ll soon have a chance to put to paper again

 

My thirst will be quenched

My hunger satisfied

My fatigue will disappear 

And joy will take their place

That’s what writing has come to mean to me

 

February 21st, 2020

Today’s coffee shop

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Going places I’ve not been before

Asking for directions several times

Destination: pharmacy 

Waiting for opening hours at the coffee shop

 

A lively place

People starting their day

Antique objects everywhere 

An old cash register 

A dial phone 

An old red fridge

A scale from years ago

 

Checked brown and white tablecloths 

Patterned brown ad beige tiles on the ground

Red lipstick on my coffee cup

My phone by my side

My glass of water in front of me

Yellow artificial flowers in a small vase

Music in the background 

And me busy writing

 

Everything looks a little old

But full of character and history 

This is not a new cafe

It has been here for a while 

 

Two ladies walk by me

In headscarves and fancy suede shoes

A gentleman on his cellphone

People talking behind me

A European lady sitting across from me

Tomorrow I’m leaving this town

Bringing with me precious memories 

 

February 3rd, 2020

Blessed

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Blessed to be feeling well

Blessed to have time to write

 

Blessed with my family

Blessed to live in freedom

 

It’s these seemingly little things we take for granted

That affect us so much

 

They don’t scream at us

They whisper very softly 

 

It’s when we lose these things

That we notice how important they are

 

Anytime I want to complain

I ask myself what I’m thankful for

 

I remind myself of the little things

And listen very carefully

December 4th, 2019

Unconventional

 

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Sometimes I think about my life

I realize it hasn’t followed the usual patterns we expect

 

I got married while I was a student

To another student

I married outside my culture

At a time when it was not so usual

 

I knew how to drive before my husband did

I changed my major many times

I chose to stay at home to raise my kids

At a time when most women worked outside the house

 

I moved from city to city several times

And when I went back to work

I only worked part time

 

I started writing poetry later in life

In a language that is not my mother tongue

I chose to write about mental health

We need to get rid of the stigma

 

Now, I’ve entered a new phase of life

With more emphasis on writing 

It’s a transition of sorts

I’m still trying to figure it out

 

All of these things make me a little different

Some things I’ve done are unconventional

But I’ve been lucky to have been able to choose my own path

I hope others understand

But if they don’t

I don’t mind

 

April 3rd, 2019

My zone

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I get into in a zone

When I write

A special place

A place of reflection and calm

I’m with people

But separated

There is talking around me

But I don’t hear it

When I enter this special space

It’s hard to leave

I like to linger

The world and its activities await

But I’d like to delay them

So, I stay 

I Stay a little bit … longer

 

March 17th, 2019

A gift to myself

 

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I cherish my solitude

A time to reflect

A time to write

There must be no distraction

I especially like coffee shops

 

This hour in the day has been carved into it

Because I’ve repeated it so many times

It’s now a groove into which I happily fall

 

It’s an hour when I recharge 

It’s a gift I give to myself

This time has brought me so much joy

I’ve spent these hours blissfully

 

Something so simple 

Can nourish my soul

It can be done anytime  

Anywhere in the world

 

March 10th, 2019