Saturday, 30 April 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016

April came, April is gone
Each day a prompt was challenging us 
To push us to unknown places
Exploring light and dark corners of our mind
Mapping new lanes, new circuits
Meeting new names, new friends
Greeting old ones
Leaving messages, tags
Crying, laughing, giggling together
Reading a glut of poems
Writing a trickle of them
It was a swell month
We had a marvellous time
In this creative tank that is TSL
Amazing by its freedom and support 
The excuse was NaPoWriMo 
May is coming, but I won't forget 
Thank you to all,
So proud  of you,  I love you.


Lucette C. Bailliet 
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NaPoWriMo 2016


Wednesday, 27 April 2016

Nursery rhyme

One, two, three
I play with thee
Four, five, six
There's nothing to fix
Seven, eight, nine
Just be genuine 
Ten, eleven, twelve
Are you afraid to delve ?


What is more innocuous
Than a nursery rhyme
To help a child to count?
So tell me why
You're sobbing on my shoulder
All of a sudden?


One, two, three
I had to flee
Four, five, six
Check the appendix
Seven, eight, nine
It's time to dine
Ten, eleven, twelve
Here is the axe helve.

Lucette C. Bailliet
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TSL , NaPoWriMo 2016

Tuesday, 26 April 2016

Those words

Those words engraved
On your heart
Call to my soul
I do not hear them
Broken free I have
From the hurtful yoke
You imposed on me 
For so long
Your lies I accepted
I laughed at your betrayals
I didn't understand
The reason why
We never connected
I was your excuse
To torment them
Now you are old and anxious
Your lovers are gone
The ones you betrayed
Those you lied to
You pretend I'll come back
Keep hoping by all means
Lie to yourself if you need
Wear your mask on , 
Let Death be the one to remove it
Truth or lie do not weigh to her 
As long as she gets her man
You may trust her
To wait upon you in that hour.

Lucette C. Bailliet
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Sunday, 24 April 2016

Attic

There in a  corner of the attic opened to air
Stood old  battered suitcases with lots of labels
The birds had been there and left their mark
The rusty locks were difficult to open.

Old books with brittle pages
And photo albums filled them
Black and white pictures of strangers
Stared back at me in old fashion clothes.

Whose are they ? I asked
A bankrupt friend who lost everything


Return from prison was his dream
Obviously,  those were his most precious memories
Sadly, he passed away, he committed suicide
Even these were not enough.


Lucette C. Bailliet
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NaPoWriMo 2016
TSL, roseate sonnet

By the bay

Spring low tide
Children did not hide


It is extremely dangerous to venture alone into the bay 


Their pleasurable fun
Fishing in the sun

It is extremely dangerous to venture alone into the bay 

Mum was watching
Safety in the making 

It is extremely dangerous to venture alone into the bay


The tide turned, speed of a galloping mare
Overtook the group


The mum drowned
The children  too disappeared

It is extremely dangerous to venture alone into the bay
For it makes a sad day

The misleading sign!


Lucette C. Bailliet
All rights reserved 
NaPoWrimo 2016
TSL 
Tideling

Friday, 22 April 2016

Lying mirror

Alice, Alice
Did you fall thru the mirror?
At what precise  moment
Did you realise it was lying?
The world inside was different
From the world outside
It was physically an impossibility
It couldn't be all there
The reflected wood seemed 
Somehow so different
Deeper somewhat darker
More tortuous heavier clouds 
Rolled in from nowhere
The mirror image was distorted
Don't forget about the Elves' scrying mirror
It is untruthful to the human
Was that mirror magical then?
It is so easy to believe so
I'm afraid the truth is more mundane
From the  three dimensional frame 
We are living in, 
The mirror catches everything in a plane
Depth is missing to the mirror
Now imagine further reduction 
To the line it would be pretty busy.
If we go in the other direction
We may imagine that with the gain
Of another direction the image
Would be more spacious 
Even going to emptiness
So you were right Alice 
The mirror is lying
Not by design simply
By lack of dimension.

Lucette. C. Bailliet 
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NaPoWrimo 2016
TSL




Thursday, 21 April 2016

Tag

Is
poetry still
poetry when written 
from recipe? Counted words
not syllables constraint and limit the 
poetic flow . Only a genius such 
as Hugo can soar and escape these 
traced fetters in a playful model adding twist
to twist to render the challenge more daunting to 
anyone else foolish enough to enter this daft foolhardy scheme
without losing plot or rhythm in order not to bore you
soulful reader to the end of the original script for that is
undeniably the ultimate goal to reach. So reader, time to make 
your mind for you are the judge, don't be shy, 
what is your verdict ? are we guilty or not 
guilty of the unmentionable crime? you should by 
now have a good idea on how
to answer either in the positive 
or the negative the question
first asked in the
beginning of this
strange odd
poem.

Lucette C. Bailliet
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NaPoWrimo 2016
TSL 

Wednesday, 20 April 2016

Banter

I am a classy lady
Would you like to play with me?
I will be the huntress
You will be the prey.
The twinkle in your eyes
That just alighted 
Better be of fear
Pleasure, of I have not spoken.
You are confused
I do not play straight
Those are my rules.
You hesitate 
You are unsure?
You are right,
It might be a roller coaster
You are free to reject the offer.
Regrets you may have
It won't concern me
It's up to you
To play with me or not.
Are you ready? 

Lucette C. Bailliet 
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NaPoWrimo 2016
TSL 

Glass doors

It was such lovely trip
Everyone involved
Had such a great time
Space, time escaped
The month disappeared 
Once again I'm alone
Separated from them
By distance , culture
I still can see them 
Through the glass door
Softly ensconced in the golden bubble 
That is their internet hangout
Talented, feisty , vibrant
Flirting, playing, poetising madly
The glass door closed behind them
Back home I feel lost
There's nobody
To relate the mad rush 
Of limericks fever reached
Each one trying to outrun the other
Just for fun's sake
The glass door is frosted over now
The world has returned
To it's cold and grey tones
 I will remember fondly
Thirty days of total madness
NaPoWrimo 2016, TSL.

Lucette C. Bailliet
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NaPoWrimo 2016
30/30 , TSL

Monday, 18 April 2016

Rara Avis

Crawling on their knees
Keeping to the downwind
They keep waiting 
With their large cameras
Ready to roll at the first glimpse
Of the fabulous Rara Avis
The mikes switched on
Making sure they won't miss
The mating song 
Of the mythical Rara Avis
Devoured by hordes of mossies
They do no dare to swat them
Utter silence is to be observed
If they want to sight
The elusive Rara Avis
They are dreaming
Of the winning fame
Which will claim
Their successful return
Bigger than The Lock Ness
The Rara Avis will bring them
The sun is setting behind the hills
Another day without sighting
Better luck tomorrow 
It will be the day for sure.

Lucette C. Bailliet
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TSL! 29/30
NaPoWrimo 2016


Sunday, 17 April 2016

The floating iceberg of death

Floating on the iceberg of death
At last I understand life! 
When an infant the world is large
Growing up it shrinks all round us
For the simple reason it melts.
During the passing years
New levels are revealed 
As we have new experiences
We're too involved to notice
The rapidly disappearing iceberg
Surrounding us
Until we realise 
We are running out 
Of space and time
We have to answer it's call
And it's time to sink with it
Too late to have any regrets.


Lucette C. Bailliet
All rights reserved 
NaPoWrimo 2016
26/30, TSL


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Lucette C. Bailliet 
NaPoWrimo 2016
TSL, 27/30

Saturday, 16 April 2016

Palindrome remix



Pull up! pull up!
Aibohphobia, Anna, avid Diva
Lived on Decaf; faced no devil
I prefer Pi
No lemon, no melon
Did I,  I did
"Rum...rum...., ", I murmur
Otto sees ottoman
Madam , dammit I' m mad
Ew! Eat a ewe!


Lucette C. Bailliet
All rights reserved
NaPoWrimo 2016,
Palindrome acrostic
TSL, 26/30
















Tanka

It rains on the pond
As it rains down your face
But wait they are tears
Fall came he left you behind
Spring will bring him back to you.

Lucette C. Bailliet
All rights reserved
NaPoWriMo 2016
TSL, Tanka, 25

Friday, 15 April 2016

Walls of sorrow

These walls are built to separate
Divide, keep apart, tear asunder
They are popping up everywhere
Be they in bricks, concrete or wire
They are patrolled day and night
By armed military guards
Not afraid to shoot on sight
And their faithful dogs to attack
"They shall not pass" is their motto
"The enemy is barbaric " 
"They're bend on our destruction "
"See the horde of them", they say.
And the borders are closing
And the walls are rising 
And the people are still coming
Are still hoping against all odds
That somehow they'll escape 
The madness left behind
The walls of sorrow are 
Our walls of shame.

Lucette C. Bailliet 
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NaPoWrimo 2016,
TSL, 23/30





Purr, purr

From a nightmare I awake
Full panic, speedy heartbeat
Short, shallow hacked breath
A soft purr, purr
Answers my anxiety attack
All is well, calm down
Purr, purr 
Have a few sips of water
It will ease you now
Purr, purr
The knot in my stomach 
Unrolls itself
Breath in, breath out
Follow my purrs
Purr, purr
Slowly, so slowly
My breathing slows down
Gets some depths
Purr, purr
So do my heart beats
There you are
It was but a dream
Purr, purr
I will leave you now
Sleep tight.

Lucette C. Bailliet
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NaPoWrimo 2016, TSL, 24/30



Thursday, 14 April 2016

Joie de Vivre

Joie de Vivre


In the bush
I find myself , talking, singing, laughing
Talking to the sky, 
Singing to the sky,
Laughing to the sky,
Talking to the clouds, 
Singing to the clouds,
Laughing to the clouds,
Talking to the paddocks, 
Singing to the paddocks,
Laughing to the paddocks,
Talking to the dam,
Singing to the dam,
Laughing to the dam,
Talking to the trees,
Singing to the trees,
Laughing to the trees,
Talking to the Roos,
Singing to the Roos,
Laughing to the Roos,
Talking to life,
Singing to life,
Laughing to life,
Talking to nature,
Singing to nature,
Laughing to nature,
Talking to the earth,
Singing to the earth, 
Laughing to the earth.
It does not matter
It has no meaning
But I keep vocalising
Making no sense
Nobody hears me
I'm just talking,
I'm just singing,
I'm just laughing.

Ignore me.

Lucette C. Bailliet 
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TSL, NaPoWriMo 2016, 22/30

The man in Murch.

There was once a man from Murch.
Who was the post master in town
He played a game with the patrons
Of who am I? 
For his twin would never leave him in a lurch.

Lucette C. Bailliet 
All rights reserved 
TSL! NaPoWrimo 2016
21/30

Tuesday, 12 April 2016

Saudade

Saudade





Her voice was rising with the smoke
Of the restaurant patrons
Slowly dispersed by the ceiling fan
In the old district of Lisbon 
Paved cobble street, 
Grey covered lichen walls
Her lament was unintelligible to me
Though it took me away 
From this sad cellar 
To the fortress built
A long time ago in Evovra 
Built by a knight order
Fighting a lost crusade 
In some far away countries 
Cell after empty cell
In this endless corridor
Resonated with the vacuum of vigil prayers
Said in the middle of the night
For brothers soldiers souls
Hoping to reach heaven
When the doors of hell 
Stood wide open
For killing they had done
In the name of their faith
Forgetting that the slained
Were  but brothers too
Praying didn't wash them
From that crime
The low hum of past prayers
Raised slowly in the cold air
Of the ruined chapel
In the glorification 
Of a never to be kingdom
It could have been so different.


Lucette C. Bailliet
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NaPoWrimo 2016,
TSL, 20/30

Paper dolls

Paper dolls
Cheap dreams
For a little girl
Cheap dreams
Of dresses aplenty 
Cheap dreams 
Of easy beauty
Cheap dreams 
Of orderly life
Cheap dreams 
Of idyllic families
Cheap dreams 
Of treasure galore
Cheap dreams
Of exotic adventures
Cheap dreams 
Of love stories
That crumbled too easily
A tear here and there
And the dream ended
The girl grew up
The paper dolls 
And their glossy lies
Were forgotten.

Lucette C. Bailliet 
All rights reserved
NaPoWrimo 2016
19/30, TSL

Of flirtation


It all starts by
An Idle conversation
To spend an instant
Witty and amusing
Is the best of it
Amour, allure and coquetry
Are good ingredients to add
Give it time to let romance
And intrigue develop 
With gallantries and invitations
Accompanied by gifts bountiful and generous
Then courting will be pressing to enter
The waltz of a teasing dalliance 
Soon followed by secretive outings,
Dates and why not an elopement 
To get married at Gretna Green
A cheap way to a wedding 
So beware of a few idle words
To spend an instant!

Lucette C. Bailliet 
All rights reserved
NaPoWrimo 2016
TSL, 18/30

Monday, 11 April 2016

Petrichor

Petrichor
I don't know about the smell 
Of the rain on the rocks
After a long drought 
But imagine the aroma
Of a scanty rain on a paddock
After a relentless Australian summer
Full of roo scats
When the meagre drops barely
Make it to the parched ground 
Before evaporating 
Filling the air 
With a strong musky scent
Conjuring the image of large
Wilder animals prowling on the hunt
Ready to pounce on any prey
Passing by! Luckily for us
In Oz these are kept in Zoos
Behind secure enclosures
We just have to pray 
For a heavy downpour to wash
These away and leave
The smell of the eucalyptus 
To clear the air and refresh our heads.


Lucette C. Bailliet
All rights reserved

NaPoWrimo 2016, 
17/30 , TSL





Passion fruit

What are the passion fruits
But a sinful bite of heaven?
From the first indecency  
Of their sexual display
Immoral that's what they are!
They are a such a provocation 
To social manners.
True blue Brits
Won't touch them,
Too exotic for them
Not as bland as good porridge
And don't forget the stink
Nothing honest in that pong
Good enough for the Aussies 
Anything goes there
But they'll never cross our shores.
If you, reader, thinks
I'm making this up
Well I'm not
The Brits have rules
For everything including 
How to butter a toast!
Back to our heavenly fruit 
It's tough luck for the pommies.

Lucette C. Bailliet
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NaPoWrimo , TSL
15/30 

Et tu Brute!

The cry of " et tu Brute"
Still resonates strongly
In the corridors of history 
As well as in the party rooms
Of any living democracy
Treason is rampant
Open to any corrupting argument
Loyalty they may claim
To the divine leader 
The party had ever had
Together they plunge
Their sharp blades
To save themselves from oblivion
At the next election
The Leader is dead,
Long live the Leader!
The voters are idiots
They just need a new head
Let's them vote for it
Demagogy and democracy
Are two words a world apart.


Lucette C. Bailliet
All rights reserved
NaPoWrimo 2016,
TSL, 14/30

Private property, keep out

Today the shades of MIALLU were polluted
By the visit of not one , but two lots
Of followers of a False God
The Jehovah's Witnesses
Not only they trespassed on the property
But they lied concerning
The sign clearly visible on the gate
That states "private property, keep out"
They maintained that it didn't apply
To rural properties! Wow! 
I don't want to see you,
I deny you the right to pester me. 
Not only did you trespass
Could you tell me why 
You creeped so slowly
That neither the electronic warning signal
Nor the dog heard you coming
Nice tactic, you are so creepy
We don't want your proselytising muck
Don't we have everyday the proof
That religion leads to violence?
So take note that you are not welcome here
To give us a sermon on how to live
According to your psycho-megalomaniac deity.


Lucette C. Bailliet
All rights reserved
13/30 TSL
No prompt
NaPoWrimo 2016







Saturday, 9 April 2016

Albatross

I would spread my wings
Like the Albatross of old
And fly away above the oceans
Leaving behind the continents
I would soar in the storms
Without any respite nor repose
For amusement I would follow
Playing frisky dolphin pods 
And disappear on the high horizon
From the deep blue of the South Pacific
To the green waters of the China sea
I would criss cross the milky sky
Listening to the haunting song
Of the humpback whales 
Searching for their mates
Once tired I would fold my wings
And rest , rocked gently to sleep
By the swelling waves.

Lucette C. Bailliet 
All rights reserved
NaPoWrimo 2016
TSL, 12/30
Prompt : where would you fly?

Fable

Oi, children sit and listen
To the fable of the cul-de-sac.
Once upon a time,
In a far, far away country
War was raging,
The enemy was coming
To kill, destroy and steal.
So the father, the mother
Their three children
Took to the road on foot, 
Petrol was rationed
But it didn't matter
For they didn't have a car.
With them they took
Chickens, pigeons and rabbits,
What a normal backyard in suburbia
Would hold at that time, 
Stuffed them in big burlap sacs
All alive of course, for once
On the roads of  exile ,
Fridges are hard to come by ,
Do you know, children?
It was hard, the children tired easily
The sacs were heavy
Each night, one of the animals
Was served for tucker.
The family was lucky
For the farmers refused to help 
The horde of refugees
Descending on them.
The family started to keep guard
During the nights around the sacks,
Hunger is not bound by friendliness.
It was summer, a hot summer
The temperature kept climbing.
One day disaster struck
At the lunchtime rest
All the animals had died 
By lack of fresh air
In the big burlap sacs.
All, but one rabbit
A large giant Flanders 
It had survived by munching
A hole in the cul-de-sac.
The children named it Fifi
Refused to kill it in order to eat
It was the one that had survived.
They could see people around
Nudging each other looking at Fifi
But the family stood by it day and night.
At each rest Fifi was let out
Of its big burlap sac
And left to jump here and there
It took it no time to find water
It was clever like that .
The planes came
Bombed the bridges in front of them
They had to turn back. 
They made it back home
And so did Fifi. 
In fact it survived the war.
Why this story, do you ask?
Well, to show you
That if you find yourself in a cul-de-sac
Don't despair and dig a hole.

Lucette C. Bailliet 
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NaPoWrimo 2016
10/30 TSL






Thursday, 7 April 2016

Déjà Vus

Week in, week out
The scene repeated itself
Grand-dad was in his cups
Charging with his drawn swords
And throwing empty bottles
Déjà vu

Week in,  week out 
The scene repeated itself
Dad, venting a frustrating
Day at work, lashing me 
With his belt 
Déjà vu

Day in, day out
The scene repeated itself
Mental verbal abuse
Of a grown-up bully
Out of control
Pushing buttons
Déjà vu


Day in, day out
The scene repeated itself
Fearing to go home
Where safety was unknown
Trembling to open the door
Déjà vu

Still wondering
If we deserve
The Déjà Vus
To us served.


Lucette C. Bailliet
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NaPoWrimo 2016
9/30 TSL

Murkiness

The night was grey. 
The day was grey
Paris had gone grey
Life , too, had turned grey 
Murk was all around
You had gone
You had passed away
Lights were subdued
Didn't dare to twinkle 
In the wet branches
Nor did the sun 
Everything was blanketed 
In a rising fog
My heart was bleeding
Into an ever empty bucket
Food didn't make it 
To my bloodless lips
Even my sleep was colourless
My drained brain too tired
To care winter was here
The ashes spread on the snow
Melted the footprints into dirty puddles.

Lucette C. Bailliet
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NaPoWrimo 2016
TSL, 8/30

Wednesday, 6 April 2016

Erasure poem



Original text: a practical guide to the teaching of French, Wilga M. Rivers, Oxford university press, 1975, London, p. 44-45


The crossing from bridge to shore, however, will not necessarily late place without encouragement . Many students will remain on the bridge, rather than face the unprotected autonomy of real communication, unless they are given opportunities very early to develop confidence and self reliance through frequent, pleasant incursions into autonomous territory.
" the more daring, he is in linguistic , the more rapidly he progresses." This means that priority must be given to the development of an adventurous spirit in trying to convey one's meaning in the foreign language. How can we develop this necessary confidence and self-reliance? Such activities link listening and speaking , since without ability to comprehend the speech of others communication becomes an uninteresting and frustrating one way street.  In some approaches , activities such as those described in this section are the chief preoccupation. Even where this is not so, they must be given time, and place if students are to communicate in uninhibited freedom.




The crossing from bridge to shore,
Many remain on the bridge
Rather than face the unprotected territory.
The more daring, of an adventurous spirit,
Convey confidence, self-reliance
Link without communication 
One way-street, time and place
To uninhibited freedom.

Lucette C. Bailliet
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NaPoWrimo 2016
7/30, TSL

Tuesday, 5 April 2016

On the comet tail

They were kissing in the sunset
I only saw skulls shattering to dust
In the eternal explosion of their love 
Their kiss turned to ashes
In a blink of an eye
Dispersed by inter sidereal wind
A new comet was born
From their brief union
To carry the news of their passing
Alighting the dark sky behind
The vacuum of their presence
Left our world poorer and greyer
But no one saw it 
We had been extinct 
By a billion years.

Lucette C. Bailliet
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NaPoWrimo 2016
7/30

Crunch time

And this was it
Crunch time!
Had to go thru with it
Once the medic
Inserted the epidural needle
The crunching of the spinal bones
The loss of blood pressure
It was too late to recant
She was rolled in the operating theatre
To have an elective Caesarian 
No way back , this was crunch time
She had made her mind
Signed the non liability forms of the hospital.
Despite the team of experts
Despite the presence of her beloved
She had given control to others
For better or worse
She was alone
It was crunch time!

Lucette C. Bailliet
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NaPoWrimo 2016
5/2016
TSL

Monday, 4 April 2016

Library adventures

NaPoWrimo 2016
Library

Winter night, the wind swirling 
Over the town, black clouds
Rolling in, loaded with snow
The library windows alight
A lighthouse in the coming storm
Warm refuge in the torment
The Jungle Book, India  calling,
Don Quixote in La Mancha
Fighting the windmills of illusion
La Mandragola in Firenze , 
Stretching limits of old farce
Arthur and his knights 
On unsung adventures in Broceliande forest
Or maybe a run with the King's musketeers
After the felon malicious Milady.
But maybe, maybe lose yourself
Follow your heartstrings
Lead you by less travelled lanes
And discover the ancient 
Journeys of the  Odyssey , 
Eneid, La chanson de Roland, 
All epics songs of travelling bards.
Such treasures ,
So many adventures to share
Are to be found on the shelves
Of this temple of words .



Lucette C. Bailliet
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5/30 NaPoWrimo  2016
TSL

Saturday, 2 April 2016

Favourite colour?

Ask a blind person 
To describe the world around
She might use the sweetness of the orange
Or the sourness of the lemon
The heat of the fire
The cold of the ice
The dry wetness of the snow
The smell of cut grass
The steam of the kettle
To express her perceptions
So asking me my favourite colour
I suddenly become aware
Of my owns limitations
Of the complete spectrum
How many hues, taints, tones
Are invisible to me 
Or you for that matter?
Even stretching our senses
We are all still walking
In a dull world of dim light
For we are all blind.



Lucette C. Bailliet
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4/30 TSL 
NaPoWrimo 2016

Childhood memories

Children playing tag in the street
Laughing,screaming 
Running wild after a dog
Fighting the next street kids
How happy they looked
How rough they were
How worldly they seemed
How alive they sounded
To the silent girl 
Peeping though the dark foliage
Hidden inside the fragrant  hedge
Of blooming lilac at the bottom of the garden
A book in her lap
Her dog crouching at her feet
The garden gate locking them in
Outside  life  excluded her
Inside was the dreaming world 
She created anew everyday 
Welcoming her, calling to her
Resonating to her desires,
Once Immersed in it
Only the call to "lunch is ready"
Would bring her back to reality.


Lucette C. Bailliet
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3/30 NaPoWrimo 2016, TSL



Autumn 2016



Autumn 2016

Grapes and figs
For breakfast
Mean only one thing
Autumn is there
With its bounty
Fresh mornings
And cool evenings
Are to look forward to
Already the sky 
Has donned 
Its baroque robe
The sun has taken
To set in its winter residence
The chimney is ready
To receive its first 
Dry wood loads to burn
Stews and spicy soups
Reappear on the menu
Walking shoes are out
Of the cupboard
And exploration is looking
Good for Sundays after lunch
No more prolonged
Afternoon siestas
One is busy to get through
One's tasks to fit in the shorter days
Autumn is there
No doubt about it!




NaPoWrimo . 2/30. TSL
Lucette C. Bailliet
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