NYE 2014

Good bye and farewell 2013!

You've been a busy one

Your time has come to disappear

Only history will revisit you

To judge your achievements

Lay in oblivion until that day

Your deed is done

You can now rest!

Bonjour et Bienvenue 2014!

Your time has come now

Shine and rise

To entrance and enchant us

With your mysterious ways

Laden down with our best wishes 

We shall watch what you make of them

Happy New Year!

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

I wish

I wish I could be be more like you

Write as you do

Pouring feelings in bloodletting words

Rich in sudden bursts

Of dark crimson release

It would be bliss

To let off some steam

But life has not given me that luxury

I can certainly paint

The evanescence atmosphere

Building word by word

A simplistic imagery

Of a mist rising upon a pond 

On a moonlight evening

Instantly available in one's mind

Dispersed by the shallowest breath

Like a ripple on the water

As beautiful as is this evocation 

It does not warm your heart

I wish I could write like you 

But life has not given me that luxury.

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

Dedicated to all my poetic friends, 

You know who you are

Thank you ever so much!

Bachelor graduation!

It is really surprising

How fast it all went

To get her bachelor degree

Three years have gone

In the blink of an eye

It is really surprising

How much she has matured

In such a short time

From an insecure teenager

To a posed young woman

It is really surprising 

How sure of her own mind

And creativity she is

And what she wishes 

To achieve in her life

It is really surprising

How dedicated she is

Doubts are there for sure

But are external to her

To be controlled

What I am saying is

How proud of her I am 

To be her mother

And that I wish her

All the best.

Congratulations on your graduation!!!!!!!!

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

From my blog:

echoingsteps.blogspot.com.au

A cooling walk

Too hot today for anything

Except a walk at sunset

Grass has turned yellow

On the lawns overnight

Clouds of flying insects 

Pestering us

Lizards in and out of 

Concrete cracks

Bull ants frenzy moving nest

Aggressive and busy as usual

Ducks and water fowls

Still active and keen

To get the bread

Thrown over the bridge

Heavy clouds over the mountains

Promise of cooling rain 

Tomorrow or the day after

Whatever it will be welcome

Overpowering smell

Of cut hay in the paddocks

Christmas lights switched on

As the night descends 

Creating illusory displays

Only the odd dog being walked

Silent cooling walk.

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

Best wishes!

Tis the season to be Merry

On my side of the world

I prefer to be grateful

To you all my virtual friends

You know who you are 

Night after night putting up

With my imaginary rantings

And doomed visions

In broken English

Thank you for your support

Thank you for your kind words

But for you my world has opened

I can dream again of peace

The world to be a better place!

Once again thank you

For your friendship 

And the love you showed me!

So Best Wishes from me

In this hot season

For summer it is here!

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

 

Credo

Please don't befriend me

If the words woman,

Feminist, atheist, leftist

Offend you.

Because one thing is certain

I'm all of the above.

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

Kintsukuroi

You have been here long enough

To appreciate its intrinsic beauty 

And be thankful for Kintsukuroi.

The tearing pain of the bruised heart

Broken into irregular pieces

To be thrown away at the first opportunity.

Comes Kintsukuroi

With love, dedication and persistence

Reassembling all the elements

To tenderly fuse them back in one vessel

More beautiful if more fragile

Than the original one.

Kintsukuroi 

Brings you the understanding 

That for having been broken

Your heart is made more precious

All by the power of a single word

Kintsukuroi.

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

From my blog:

echoingsteps.blogspot.com.au

Dichotomy

There's cat and dog people

Usually at each other throats.

There's bath and shower ones

Not to be side slipped in any case.

There's black and white opinions

Not to mention the grey ones

There's right and wrong decisions

Which make it so confusing.

There's tea and coffee lovers

Firmly entrenched in their cup.

There's savoury and sweet ones

Faithful to their camp without bitterness.

There's early risers and late night owls

Never seeing the same side of day or night.

There's beach or mountains holidays 

To choose and countries to roam.

There's mist and fog, 

And both are cold.

Looks like life is reduced

To a series of set choices!

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

Arcadia

Dashing wave 

Shore long 

Calm ebb whisper

Sea of eternal fury

Wild dance of the waves

Weed clad rock

Tenderly lit beach

Blowy morning

Billowing cloud shadows

Shadow mist veil

Hush of the air

Glistering arches

Blistering arches

Banks of clouds

Black and furious 

Mountain squall

A parapeted wall

Cloud wall rises

Dimly purple

Eternity 

Water babbling and clear

Ballet of possibilities

Expectant impressions

Tentative expectations 

Added word by added word

A landscape takes shape

Atmosphere slowly builds

Changing mood is hinted

Lighting is set

The painting is that of Arcadia

Words are magical too.

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

  

When love has lost

When love has lost 

So much of its glamour

The magic fairy dust reveals 

To be only applied glitter

When the pink glasses 

Have lost their rosiness

And the world around 

Shows its drabness 

It's time to pause

Love to take stock

The other is revealed unadorned

One sees all as it is

The warm fuzzy glow is gone

Can the pretension continue?

Is is worth everything

To sustain and built a life around?

How long will it lasts

Before Saturn, Love's old foe

Corrodes it a second at a time

When everyday beats its infernal

Tattoo in one's heart

And becomes unbearable?

You tell me, what's going to be

I'm not here to judge.

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

When love has lost 

So much of its glamour

The magic fairy dust reveals 

To be only applied glitter

When the pink glasses 

Have lost their rosiness

And the world around 

Shows its drabness 

It's time to pause

Love to take stock

The other is revealed unadorned

One sees all as it is

The warm fuzzy glow is gone

Can the pretension continue?

Is is worth everything

To sustain and built a life around?

How long will it lasts

Before Saturn, Love's old foe

Corrodes it a second at a time

When everyday beats it's infernal

Tattoo in one's heart

And becomes unbearable?

You tell me, what's going to be

I'm not here to judge.

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

Cheap words

Words are cheap, 

My friend,

Every common person

Uses them

So make them special

And don't speak them so often

Observe them

Keep them

Treasure them

Polish them

Discard the ones

That don't ring true

And then maybe

I'll trust them too

For the moment 

I prescribe you

Utter silence

My unknown friend

Don't tell me

That you love me

I don't deny 

It's nice and flattering

But it's unnecessary  

For we all know

It's but a game.

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

Homage to Mandela

Freedom you must be lonesome

My heart cries for you tonight

You've lost you champion

Today is not the day to choose a new one

Let's celebrate the freedom fighter

That sacrificed his freedom for yours.

Freedom let's use his words

For they are your truth:

"They braved the brutality of the regime

Regardless of what happened to themselves

For liberation they were prepared 

To pay the highest price."*

He certainly did.

" The purpose of freedom 

Is to create it for others."**

He did and can rest in peace.

Freedom your call is heard tonight.

* from the unpublished sequel to his autobiography, written on Robben Island , 1975

** prison desk calendar , written on Robben Island , 2June1979

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

Hommage à L'Ecume des jours (Boris Vian)

Bonsoir nostalgie viens

Rejoindre ma solitude

Partageons la coupe de l'amertume 

Tout s'efface autour de moi

Les acquis se dissolvent

Les certitudes et les impondérables

Perdent de leur poids

Tout s'efface autour de moi

Les rêves les plus fous

Ne sont plus qu'une vague lueur 

Sur l'horizon éphémère 

Tout s'efface autour de moi

Le noir et le blanc se fondent

En un brouillard universel

La grisaille m'entoure

Tout s'efface autour de moi

Nostalgie chante moi 

Le refrain du beau pays

Qui n'existe plus

Tout s'efface autour de moi

Partons ensemble 

Visiter ce nexus évanescent 

Avant sa totale éclipse  

Tout s'efface autour de moi.

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

Inner Child

I've lost my inner child.

At sixty it shouldn't be an issue

But I still look for her

I've no problem locating

My early teen self

But where has the child gone?

I feel incomplete without her

For it is her experiences

That made me what I am today

She is my foundation 

She's that important to me.

So where is she?

It's so hard to tread the past roads 

Of unhappy childhood

I was so proud of the steel doors

I locked behind me

I need to open them again

But where is the key?

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

From my blog:

echoingsteps.blogspot.com.au

Happy places

What's your happy place

Where do you take refuge

When life is too tough

When you need a break

From mounting daily grind?

For some it's a simple

Question of visualising

A herd of deers jumping

And disappearing 

In the distance

Others take to sea

And sail into the sunset

For others again

It's a different kettle of fish

If I may say so

I heard of going through

One's time tables during

A long root canal surgery

Or even counting in French

To the infinite until one fails

To continue.

So come on tell me

What's your happy place?

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

Australian summer

Carried on by the hot scorching winds

From the roasting outback

With her high buttoned boots

Laced blouse, long skirt

And purple umbrella

Summer has arrived right on cue

She has brought with her

Succulent cherries, sweet apricots 

And juicy delectable mangoes

For refreshers.

This dominatrix lady,

For one has to call her that,

Has already made it

Too difficult to cook inside 

So hot she reveals herself to be.

When the beating heat 

Has somewhat lost its byte

And the flies are sated

In the early evenings

It becomes the time of 

Burned onions effluvium

Mixed with the strong fumes

Of cremated meat

Unrelenting around the BBQs 

Set by the open garages

With few blokes hovering

Cold tinnies in their hand

You can't beat an Australian summer!

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

Silence

Is silence blankness?

Is silence stillness?

Is silence weakness?

Is silence simple mindlessness?

Is silence unheard prayers?

Is silence hidden irritation?

Is silence utmost ecstasy ?

Is silence obvious omission?

Is silence the success for peace? 

Is silence the opening to death?

Is silence a thoughtful meditation?

Is silence an advocation of absence?

Is silence utter oblivion?

Is silence just plain stupidity?

Is silence blatant  acceptance?

Is silence a selfish pleasure?

Is silence an orgasmic secrecy?

Only silence answers me

In a silent enrolling wave

Hurling me against 

The thick wall of silence

There's so much more to silence.

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

From my blog:

echoingsteps.blogspot.com.au