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Throwing a bottle in the sea…

. . In april of 2024, I hit a big wall. The following weeks involved a lot of crying, a lot of anxiety and a LOT of work. I could have just given up by then, but I chose to take it as an opportunity instead. Life was offering me a fresh start, even if…… Continue reading Throwing a bottle in the sea…

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Les mots sont inutiles…

. En braille sur la Soie de mon dos, Tu écris ta poésie Du bout des yeux. Dans le silence, Mon coeur s’épanche Espérance puérile De la rime D’un aveu… Et tes mots dansent, Et ton rire court Je m’ennivre de tout Ce qui sonne comme toi! Et si par malheur Je perdais un jour…… Continue reading Les mots sont inutiles…

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More than sisters….

. A knock, the door opens… ‘’How are you?’’ ‘’Not great… Yourself?’’ ‘’Me neither, not at my best.’’ Four eyes, Four ears, Two trembling mouths, Going through Recent Whereabouts. Sharing worries Sharing sorrows. Sharing secrets And sharing hopes. I rode the miles You picked the wine, My giggles are yours And, your fears mine! We…… Continue reading More than sisters….

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Band-Aid Memories…

. . Aching dawns, Sore evenings… Sometimes, time Looses any meaning. Bad news forced down my throat. I gag a little But I still hope For a twist An unexpected turn With little luck The planet won’t burn… Down, and to heal My worries I turn to my Band-Aid memories.

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Rose bud…

. All it takes, really Is a little bud, A flower sketch Not yet definite… Not yet bloomed. To inspire hope Especially on a Rainy day, Flaunting drops Hanging on its Newborn pastel petals… Staring, I wonder If I can trust Its intimate beauty? But than again, Would it trust me Not to cut its…… Continue reading Rose bud…

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Lingering thoughts….

. The night sighs At long last, While I Reminisce the past Of things come And things done, What I shouldn’t And could have done… My mind is weary, My feet are sore. I’ve walked the lands And along the shores Thinking I was Strong enough to say I could push your haunting Presence away.…… Continue reading Lingering thoughts….