Waterways

DSCN1947Water’s ways

sculpted wood

polished bone

etched in stone

 

water whispers its way

springs source to sea

runoff to river

to water-

fall

 

falls

through rifts

soaks down

oceans answer

an ancient calling

water falling

 

with time, tide

water’s atoms

carve out continents

 

drop by

drop

 

water’s ways remain

the same

 

through states through time

water finds a way

           

Apex predator

*A glosa is a form that pays tribute to another poet. It borrows lines from his or her poem to end each stanza of the glosa’s four 10-line stanzas. 

 

Rubbing its back upon the window panes ;

There will be time, there will be time

To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet ;

There will be time to murder and create.

            -T. S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

 

In its heart it holds

stolen moments.

Streams of seconds

run through its veins,

muscles of minutes

wrapped around hollow bones.

It stretches, falling

like shadow over ancient stones

prowls carelessly, leaving smudges and stains,

Rubbing its back upon the window panes. 

 

Quietly stalks

sheltered in silence,

a kind of muted violence

In darkness it steals minutes

tears seconds from life

like flesh from bone

in its greed takes hours,

even days months and years

Always invisible, Time

is appetite and crime.

There will be time, there will be time

 

Creates rifts

in lives, leaves

skeletal memories

fragile fragments

of remembrance

people staring at their feet,

misunderstanding and Time hanging

between them like a wall.

Time, insufficient, ever incomplete

To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet ;

 

In a cruel twist of fate

it stands still

claws retracted,

curls up in a corner

suddenly sedate

leaving life

stuck on repeat

awaiting the end

so make your choices choose your fate

There will be time to murder and create.

Topophilia

 

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For the love of place,

Topographies of faces,

And of sacred spaces

 

Tracing footsteps,

Traces of dust and sand

Across the land,

Tracing steps

Back to their roots

 

Roots anchored deep

In the entrails of the land

Entangled in the past

The present and the future

Landscapes,

Rugged coastlines

And curving spines

Of ancient mountains

 

Mapping out trails

Cross-country

Crossing rails

Railway-lines

From ancient times

 

The ebb and flow

Of time, of tides

Show

Memories of faces

But do even

Sacred places

Remain the same?

Biophilia

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Biophilia, if it exists, and I believe it exists, is the innately emotional affiliation of human beings to other living organisms. — Edward O. Wilson.

Leftovers

We kidnapped sunlight

with it, tamed Wilderness.

wild life came crawling

all ribs and spines

and broken lines,

of raw life,

starving.

We fed them with

leftovers of the Sun.

 

 

Slipping

 

Frost we thought permanent

melts away beneath our feet,

as we step

towards the edge

Ice crumbles as

the face of an ocean

we thought invincible

turns ashen.

we begin to fear our fate

we fear

nothing will stop us

not even the

promise of a

                  Silent Spring.

 

Slipping

between our hands

pieces of wilderness

pieces of raw life,

of wild life, of real life

begin to fade…

 

Scattered

Fragments of

ice blue lake,

stained            ivory

of old snow

rainforest             splinters

life leaves the reef

nature’s bare bones

a scattered skeleton

compels us to finally

start trying to

pick

up

the

pieces

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Paris, France

La Tour Eiffel et la Seine

Nous avons débuté notre journée avec une tournée en bateau-mouche, sur la Seine. En sortant du métro près de la rive nous avons tout de suite aperçu la Tour Eiffel. 

Du bateau, nous avons aperçu beaucoup de bâtiments et monuments, mais aussi une multitude de ponts.

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Des ponts!

Nous nous sommes aussi promenés près des champs Elysees, visité la Cathédrale Notre-Dame, et nous avons emprunté des vélos (un service de la ville de Paris) afin de se rendre aux Tuileries. Personne ne porte des casques d’en Europe, ni en France, ni en Allemagne…

Promenade près de la Seine

Promenade près de la Seine

Chemin pour vélos

Chemin pour vélos

Tuileries

Tuileries

Samuel de Champlain, parmi les premiers français à mettre pied sur le canada

Samuel de Champlain, parmi les premiers français à mettre pied sur le canada

Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris- très beau!

Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris- très beau!

Demain matin nous partons pour Poitiers et ensuite, LaRochelle!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cologne

Ship on the Rhein

Ship on the Rhein

Bikes everywhere

Bikes everywhere

We landed yesterday morning at the airport in Frankfurt, dopey with jet lag and overwhelmed by the sheer amount off people. After taking a fast train to Colongne,reunited with our mother and happy to see our grandfather and his wife, we spent much of the day walking around so as not to fall asleep asleep.

We dodged so many cyclists and were amazed at the bike culture in Cologne- as a pedestrian, there is a real danger of getting run over!

Now we are in Paris, tired and excited for tomorrow.