Clarity
Boundaries
Knowing
Limits
No liminal space
No flux
No fluidity
No wondering
There is calm
In that moment
Of clarity
Before the noise
Of life
Washes over you
Hampering your senses
The neighbours cut our trees in half
Grief in green
Forlorn you stand
Still tall
But only half your beauty
The neighbours thought you messy
Your brother
Mutilated last year
In agony send pilot shoots
Across the garden
10 meters away in hope
Of survival
Or garden is like the opening
Of Asterix and Obelix
One small village of indomitable Gauls still holds out against the invaders.
Asterix and Obelix
A green oasis
Amidst baren order
Tidy boredom without bees
Grashalms stand at attention
Spätsommer
Late Summer
Traces of heat make my clothes sticky
A last desperate attempt of summer
Before gossamer
Chases the cobwebs
Like brooms made of lace
Swiping away dust and dry leaves
The debris of a summer well lived
No Regrets
I didn’t know how beautiful the mountains were
On whose feet I spend the night
Only now–looking from afar
Can I see their height
Can I see their beauty
That’s life so often
We are too close
To see the bigger picture
Only visible from a distance
So be gentle with yourself
Your decisions can only be based
On what you know at the time
That small piece you can see
Right there
Right then
No regrets!
Only the way forward
Your life is now
Not then
Wild Camping
A kaleidoscope of cascading ridges
As above
So below
An imperceptible breeze
Gently moves the silvery surface
Ever so slightly distorting the twinning hills
A liquid mirage
It is late August
So late the woods smell of autumn
Mother pine is our host today
The tend pitched within her embracing roots
Clinging to the shoreline
I feel salvaged anyway
The sap moves tangibly below my sleeping matt
Branches above shelter from immediate sun or rain
The moon hangs like a windchime between two pine trunks
Despite the morning light
Tranquility distracts me for a moment
From all the things I should be doing instead
Echo
I am the sole bearer of my guidon
No other has the same colours
‘Each Man is an island.’
You say.
‘But the ocean connects you all.’
‘Wee dafty!’
I am walking alone lost in time and space
On the quest for my story
A voice from the wilderness calls
An echo rises from deep within
Answering the call
And the voice stops
No more echo pilot home
Home within
Home outwith
Where
When
Can you ever truly arrive?
Isn’t the point the journey?
‘I am an island’
You insist.
‘Then why do you hold a paddle?’
Binge watching ‘Dark’ on Netflix was probably not a good idea.
Where is your life at?
In your heart
In your mind
In your soul
No sun ever reaches
No smile ever breaches
No warmth ever teaches
You love
Feeling
Empathy
You always hate
Just hate
Just petiness
Just anger
Just spite
You are lost in perpetual darkness
And you are too scared to come into the light
Outer Hebrides: Hagezusse
Walk at the boundaries of the tidal lines!
Liminal space
The in-between spaces are sometimes the easiest to walk.
The sand is compounded here.
Not lose like on the dunes, or soft and wet, like quicksand.
Walk the line.
Hagezusse
Outer Hebrides: The children lost
Children leave deep imprints in your soul
No matter how long they were with you
Or if they only ever were:
could have beens,
almost theres,
come and gones
Their traces
Last forever
Alienated or empty nest
A wish unfulfilled
Or an attempt gone wrong
There are deep footprints
In an empty space
What if?
What if being you
is good enough?
What if you are actually that
smart
funny
caring
creative
organised
warm?
What if you permit yourself
to be enough?
What if you are even more than enough?
What if you belief you are actually worth it?
What could you achieve if you would believe all of this?
Poetry by Nathalie 