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Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts

Monday, January 21, 2013

The Lady of the lost ring


For a few hours like Gollum
I'd lost my precious,
In my case my mum's wedding band
Forged and worked on by my grand-father,
Who definitively was not Lord Sauron,
I therefore became the Lady of the Lost Ring,
Ringing title of a last and unknown chapter
Of the vast Middle Earth world.
After breakfast the gruesome
Discovery was made
En route for Akaroa.
That it was no longer there
Was an obvious staring fact.
I suddenly felt the weight
Of all the memories
Attached to it and irremediably lost
To my daughter from that day forever.
But thankfully it had been found and kept
At the restaurant we had dined
On the previous day.
L. Bailliet copyright
20/1/2013

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Nostalgic Walk

Wordle: Nostalgic Walk
Nostalgic walk in Royal Park
After a week of rain
The grounds are waterlogged
And water is freely running  on the track
Creating shallow puddles
Against which my holey shoes cannot block
The water flowing in transforming
My walk in a swimmingly swashing watery one
Unfortunately the wind is icily blowing
And the feeling was one of disagreeable cold wetness.
For an unknown reason
I had a flashback of walking
With my dog freshly arrived in Melbourne.
Not wanting to walk, play or explore this new playground
Given a chance she would have gone home
And would have surely bolted but I was her only known element
In this new environment she followed me
More terrorised by the walk, the crowd of people and dogs
Than by the three day trip we'd just driven South.
I miss her dreadfully she was such a brave one
So lovely and so trusting.
L. Bailliet©
4/07/2012

Wordle: Promenade nostalgique

Promenade nostalgique dans Royal Park
Après une semaine de pluie
Le sol est gorgé d'eau
Et l'eau court librement sur la piste
En créant  des flaques peu profondes
Que mes chaussures trouées ne peuvent bloquer
Le débit d'eau transformant
Ma promenade en un clapotement liquide
Malheureusement le vent glacial 
Rend l'humidité froide désagréable.
Pour une raison inconnue
J'ai eu un flash-back  de la première promenade
Avec ma chienne fraîchement arrivée à Melbourne.
Ne voulant pas marcher, jouer ou explorer cette nouvelle aire de jeux
Étant donné une chance, elle serait rentrée à la maison
Et se serait surement échappée, mais j'étais son seul élément connu
Dans ce nouvel environnement, elle m'a suivi
Plus terrorisée par la promenade et la foule des gens et des chiens
Que par le voyage de trois jours que nous venions de parcourir vers le sud.
Elle me manque terriblement, elle était tellement brave
Si belle, si aimante et si confiante.
L. Bailliet ©
4/07/2012

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Ballarat


Wordle: Ballarat
Ballarat,of proud history,
Eureka Stockade for memory,
If I am right,
Has surprisingly enough,
For me anyway,
A full standing Queen Victoria Statue
With a golden victory on her globe!
Oh men of little memory!
The gold rush certainly
Did put Ballarat on the map
Once again pushing out the natives.
Ballarat the fifth largest town
Within the Australian country side
Proud of its two universities
Of its Cultural life so early celebrated
In Her Majesty's theatre
And in fact today we saw
A movie staged in the fifties being filmed.
I don't know about the glamour industry
Everyone was frozen in the icy wind
Waiting to play their part.
But art was reigning
As the traffic has been closed
To allow for the filming.
The botanical gardens
Splendidly reflected the belief
Of the earlier generations
In the future of their town
And the beautiful villas surround 
A lake filled once again.
L. Bailliet©
28/06/2012


Wordle: Ballarat F
Ballarat à la fière histoire,
La Stockade Eureka pour mémoire,
Si je me rappelle bien,
Possède de façon surprenante
Pour moi, du moins,
Une statue en pied de la reine Victoria
Avec une victoire dorée sur son globe!
Oh hommes de peu de mémoire!
La ruée vers l'or certainement
A mis Ballarat sur ​​la carte
Une fois de plus repoussant les indigènes.
Ballarat la cinquième plus grande ville
Dans la campagne australienne
Fière de ses deux universités
De sa vie culturelle très tôt célébrée
Dans le théâtre de Sa Majesté
Et en fait aujourd'hui
Un film mis en scène dans les années cinquante a été filmé.
Je ne connait rien à  l'industrie du glamour
Mais tout le monde semblait gelé dans le vent glacial
En attendant de jouer leur rôle.
Mais l'art régnait, la circulation était fermée
Afin de permettre le tournage.
Les jardins botaniques
Traduisent magnifiquement la croyance
Des générations précédentes
Dans l'avenir de leur ville.
Et les belles villas règnent supremes  
Entourant un lac rempli de nouveau.
L. Bailliet©
28/06/2012

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Harbour cities


Is there a harbour mystic
About an harbour
At the end of the world?
Yes, I believe there is
They all look similar
Wherever one is
One feels at home.
Is that why sailors used
To have a woman in each one?
I've now lived in three maritime cities
Each one on a different continent
Seattle on the Puget Sound
Le Havre on the estuary of the Seine
And Melbourne on Port Phillip Bay.
Although very different in their feel
They have their distinct piers
Docklands, and seafaring mission houses.
They are built around the dreams of men:
The desire of conquest, of unheard wealth,
Of far away discoveries,
Bringing back home glory.
Today in the Docklands,
The Saint-Francois District
Was brought back to my mind,
I suppose by its squareness
And the modern architecture flanking it
While the Western gate bridge reminded me
Of the once floating bridge.
Oh, how much do I love the expectation
Beyond the horizon of the unknown.
L. Bailliet ©
23/0/2012

 Y a-t-il une mystique
À propos dun port
Au Bout du monde?
Oui, je crois quelle existe :
Ils se ressemblent tous.
Où que l'on soit
On se sent chez soi.
Est-ce pour cela que les marins avaient
Une femme dans chaque port?
J'ai maintenant vécu dans trois villes maritimes
Chacune sur un continent différent
Seattle sur le Puget Sound
Le Havre sur l'estuaire de la Seine
Et Melbourne sur la baie de Port Phillip.
Bien que très différentes dans leur ambiance
Elles ont leurs quais et embarcadères distincts
Et les docks, leurs maisons de  mission maritimes.
Elles sont construites autour des rêves des hommes:
Le désir de conquête, de la richesse inouïe,
Des découvertes lointaines,
Afin de ramener la gloire à domicile.
Aujourd'hui, dans le quartier des docks,
Le district de Saint-François
Mest revenu à lesprit,
Je suppose que cest par son équerrage
Et l'architecture moderne le flanquant
Alors que le pont de la porte de l'Ouest m'a rappelé
Le pont flottant qui existait une fois.
Oh, comme jaimer l'attente de l'inconnu
Au-delà de l'horizon.
L. Bailliet ©
23/05/2012


Saturday, May 19, 2012

It is a delight

Wordle: It is a delight
It is a delight when after a rainy week
The sky is blue and the sun is out.
It is a delight when first thing in the morning
The smell of a fresh brewed coffee
Welcomes you in the kitchen.
It is a delight to have breakfast on the terrace
Overlooking the town surrounded by hills.
It is a delight to walk in the forest
With the dogs running along the track.
It is a delight to collect mushrooms
Under the tall dark pines.
It is a delight to hear the kookaburra
Laughing loudly at life.
It is a delight to close the curtains
In the early winter evening
And switch on the lamps by the sofa.
It is a delight to sip an Earl gray tea
Accompanied with home made cupcakes.
It is a delight to have the child
Telling you her day at school.  
Taken grain by grain life can be a delight.
L. Bailliet©
19/05/2012
Wordle: Quel plaisir
Quel plaisir quand, après une semaine pluvieuse
Le ciel est bleu et le soleil brille.
Quel plaisir quand la première chose le matin,
L'odeur d'un café fraîchement passé
Vous souhaite la bienvenue dans la cuisine.
Quel plaisir de prendre le petit déjeuner sur la terrasse
Surplombant la ville entourée de collines.
Quel plaisir de marcher dans la forêt
Avec les chiens courant le long de l’allée.
Quel plaisir de ramasser les bolets
Sous les grands pins noirs.
Quel plaisir d'entendre le kookaburra
Riant aux éclats à la vie.
Quel plaisir de fermer les rideaux
Dans la soirée au début de l'hiver
Et d’allumer les lampes près du canapé.
Quel plaisir de savourer un thé à la bergamote
Accompagné de petits gâteaux faits maison.
Quel plaisir d'avoir l'enfant
Vous dire sa journée à l'école.
Pris par grain par grain la vie est un plaisir.
L. Bailliet©
19/05/2012

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Lilly and Rosie

Wordle: RosieWordle: Lilly
                                            Lilly left us a year ago
Today was Rosie's turn.
Lilly was our trail-blazer
Always running and exploring in front of us
Coming back to urge us forward.
A bit bossy and imperious of manner.
Rosie was our herder always making sure
That everyone was accounted for
If she spotted a laggard
She would stop walking until the slacker
Had rejoined the party.
Rosie had not a bad bone in her
When Pongo, our ferret, tried to steal
From her bowl, she simply took the bowl away.
She was our little capitalist
Burying her bone and eating Lilly's.
Lilly was the most delicate one,
Asking for permission before jumping
On one's lap
While Rosie would jump directly
On the shyest of our guests
Starting licking their hands or face with enthusiasm.
Together they were fearless
Facing German Shepherds thrice their size.
Lilly would run wild and explore all the rabbits warrens
While Rosie would try to gather Punch and Judy,
Two sheep on the property that she terrified.
It was hilarious to see them trying
To hop after wallabies.

Working in shift in order to make sure 
That I always had one of them around
While studying
Or looking after Mim's early sleep.
For fifteen years you have shared our life
Our daily walks, pains and happiness 
We are grateful to you for bringing us
So much joy, love and companionship.
You are deeply missed
Bless you.
L.Bailliet ©
9/05/2012