Dream catcher

Driven by fear of nightmares 

A dream catcher was offered,

To protect my slumbers

Letting only the good dreams through

And catching the bad ones,

Obediently I hung it up.

Above my bed 

It ever slowly sways extending

Its feathery knotty trap

In the hidden current of darkness

Keeping a solitary stern watch 

On my nightly repose 

Guiding it to an harmonious rest.

Despite the peace it brings

I regret the shadows of my dreams

For even a sunny sky

Becomes quickly a drudging torment

Without any hint of cloud

Bringing respite by contrast. 

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

Drudgery

Now that our conditions of living

Are somewhat easing

My will to write everyday

Is obviously wilting

From mental escapism

It has become a drudgery

That prevarication only

Eases slightly.

It is getting difficult

To write down a few words

On everyday happenings

Gone is the daily drive

And internal will

And there is no excuse.

It does not help

That I do nothing

Or see no one

Staying cooped up

In the house all day

I have to say.

L. Baillliet©

12/10/2012

Maintenant que nos conditions de vie

Sont meilleures

Ma volonté d'écrire tous les jours,

C’est évident, diminue

L'évasion mentale

Est devenue un souffre-douleur

Seule la prévarication

Facilite légèrement ce processus.

Il devient difficile

D’écrire quelques mots

Sur les événements de tous les jours.

Finis le besoin quotidien

Et la volonté interne

Je n'ai aucune excuse

Sur, cela n'aide pas

Que je ne fasse rien

Ou ne voie personne

Que je reste enfermée

Dans la maison toute la journée

Je l’avoue.

L. Baillliet ©

12/10/2012