Tag Archive | writing

Sometimes

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Sometimes it’s good to have no plans

Sit and let your thoughts play in the playground of your mind

No place to be

No appointments to keep

Nothing to cross off your to-do list

Just sit and stare

Or in my case, write 

With with no agenda or plan

Write as a kind of meditation

With no goal in mind

These times are rare but essential

Our souls need maintenance too

If we fill up every hour of our day

We may burn out 

Or feel really tired

We need time to focus on positive thoughts

To look for beauty in nature or art

Perhaps create something just because

Take a break from the rat-race of life and

Breathe deeply

And after a while, when we are ready

Tackle the things that need to be done

April 25th, 2021

Reaching out

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The desire to communicate has always been strong in me

Communicating what I think and feel

Things that are not that unique

Things that are relatable 

Things others may have experienced as well

Or putting things in new ways

Sharing something they might not have paid attention to

The desire to reach out has always been strong

The need to create links with others 

Connect the hearts

Create a sense of unity 

Create bonds with shared realities

Celebrate life 

Reflect on the sad times

And share the lessons learned

The desire to reach out has always been strong

April 4th, 2021

The writer’s canvas

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“A painter paints pictures on canvas

Musicians paint their pictures on silence”

A writer paints her picture on the tablet of the readers’s heart

Words are the paint

Some vibrant

Some subdued

Words are the paint

Sometimes splashed across the page in rage

Sometimes applied with gentleness 

Words are the paint

They create a masterpiece

From ordinary subjects

Words are the paint

The colours endless

Words are the paint

The pictures they paint bubble up

From the soul of the writer and

Mesmerize the observer

Words are the paint

The paining a reflection of the spirit of the writer 

March 16th, 2021 

My reading chair

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My reading chair

In my reading corner

In my bedroom

Next to the window

Where the sun pours in, in the mornings

My reading chair

A simple Ikea chair 

With a footstool

Usually covered with books

Where I do a lot of reading and writing

My reading chair

My oasis

My place of calm

Where I inhale the fragrance

Of other people’s thoughts and feelings

My reading chair 

For the last twenty years

And for years to come

Hopefully 

January 9th, 2021

Reflections

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I just realized I’ve been posting poems on this blog for ten years. How the time flies. I’m grateful to have discovered the gift of writing at this point in my life. It centres me, it nourishes me, it helps me process my thoughts and feelings, and I hope my writings bring joy to those who read them. It is important for all of us to identify what we are passionate about and peruse that and if that passion is in a creative field, even better. The arts are expressions of our souls and as such they will touch the souls of others. I wish you a wonderful year and I hope you will pursue your passion as well.

January 1st, 2021

Summer evenings

 

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Summer evenings

Sitting outside

Bug bites

The hum of the air conditioner

The swishing of the sprinkler

The green grass

 

Sitting in the gazebo

My feet up on the table

Trying to soak in the moment

 

We are always doing

Rushing from one activity to another

It’s good to sit quietly sometimes

And contemplate

Or write

 

These days won’t last

Before we know it, it will be fall

Let’s live intentionally

Slow down sometimes

And give thanks

 

July 5th, 2020

Our times

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We used to write our e-mails on paper

Then put them in a mailbox

And wait for someone to pick them up

They would then be brought to a sorting place

Put in a car or on a plane 

And delivered to another sorting place

Finally, after many days, a mailman would deliver 

These messages to the recipient’s home

 

Now, imagine waiting for a reply!

 

These days we write hundreds of what were called

Letters in those days in one day

And they are delivered in less than a second

No matter how far or near the destination

There are more advanced systems like

Facebook and WhatsApp or Instagram and Zoom

You can speak your message

Or deliver it in a video

You can video chat from anywhere in the world

You can have meetings thanks to Zoom

 

Soon, letters we’ve kept from years past

Will become as valuable as antiques

People will look at them with astonishment

And wonder how we communicated in such slow speeds

 

How times have changed

And how they will keep changing

We should not take what we have for granted

What I just wrote will be read by my friends across the world soon

No mailman, post office or plane needed

 

April 19th, 2020

 

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