Root yourself into the ground;
Like a tree.
Years after years after years
Roots grow deep.
Poem
A few things…
bird watching, My Poems, Nature, writingWhat do you say to the country side,
when you come back after all these years?
The river in a hurry runs wild.
Bank swallows scheme and skim
over rising waters.
Bellies full of insects,
too soon they will gather.
Their departure grows near,
I miss them already.
Family portrait
My Poems, portraits, writing
Fire in the sky
My Poems, writing
as the sun disappeared
behind the horizon
the clouds make way, scattered
set the sky ablaze, sun.
Lama apricots
Buddhism, My Poems, writingThis is...
a flashback,
slice of a previous life.
from a time way back
when I was around 10
sharing apricots
with dear lama Purtse.
Driftwood
My Poems, writing
The Handmade Tale
My Poems, writingFairy tales are all man made.
Women wouldn’t write stories
portraying themselves as such
shallow, vain, fragile roses.
A poem about a tree
My Poems, writing
Happy May Day / Beltane everyone.
I hope that the light that spring brings will warm your hearts and bones.
XXX
Noémie.
Message from a jilted generation
My Poems, writingYou feel so tired
and yet you keep on scrolling
Looking for disillusions,
Something new to believe in.
Your life is like a
bad internet connection:
Doesn’t seem to get going,
Sporadic, scattered.
Up or down. Or is it both?
A tale of motherhood
My Poems, Thom, writingIt begins like a Tempest,
With a storm at sea.
I do feel like adulthood
is over rated.
It’s a palette of feelings:
