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“Dreaming My Animal Selves: Le Songe de Mes Ames Animales by Helene Cardona
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

It was a pleasure and an honour to receive a copy of Helene’s bi-lingual poems from Salmon Poetry in Ireland. Helene has many strings to her bow including being a multi-linguist.

I thoroughly enjoyed reading Helene’s poems in French and English,the wee quotes and dedications gave a delightful personal touch too. But of course it is her imagination, the scenes she sets and her weaving of nature with magic that truly captivate the reader.

I knew when I saw the title, I wanted to read the book. My favourites are Inquisitve Life, Notes From Last Night and Dreamer. As with all good poetry, the reader will find something in this collection that speaks directly to them or triggers their own imagination. Inquisitve Life gave me a sudden rush of vision – a colossal wave and an elephant on top of a giraffe blew my mind!

I would like to see Helene’s collection interpreted through a visual art form some time soon, these are poems that breathe and are full of nature’s living things, and infinite imagination. One for your bookshelf? Absolutely. And I would share with children too.

About Helene Cardona – known to many for her role as Francoise ‘Fuffi’ Drou from the film  Chocolat

http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0136563/bio  

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Ederlezi/Djurdjevdan

I vant to be alone…

 

As my Ninocha-esque WIP develops and I manage to make it younger with a dash of fun and spoof I remember all the things that I enjoy and have enjoyed throughout my life.

To be alone with my thoughts, to work things out in my head, to create and invent, laugh and declare. To disagree, move on, embrace the new.

I am learning all the time, every day. I am learning to write and re-write, to let go. I am re-learning the thing I love the most – the process. It’s between me and my imagination right now.

A strange day

Everything I believe in, you don’t.

Everything I respect, you don’t.

All that I love, you say you hate.

Today you walked past me twice.

You did your best to avoid eye contact, staring into your bag.

You have everything, I don’t hate you for that.

What I don’t understand is your resentment of me and mine.

We are no longer friends.

Were we ever?

The End of The Rose

http://juliacameronphotography.wordpress.com/2012/03/14/the-end-of-the-rose/

It’s oh so quiet

Sound. The birds in the morning are welcoming. The guitar from above. Songs.

Cars. Constant coming and going. Revving. Empty houses and a sudden appearance in the night. Doors slamming.

Noises you don’t hear in a town. Chopping of wood. The river bank sliding. Vans lost, reversing, crunching gears.

Imbalance. No regular noises. Just sporadic bursts. There’s no rhythm of life, no steady beat.

Like Bjork.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TEC4nZ-yga8

 

Birds in the sky

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CJA69C6SlRk

Skin Deep

It’s World Poetry Day and after some hunting about in the wicker basket of ancient papers, I found this poem I wrote when I was sixteen:

I don’t love you anymore

Don’t think I ever really did

It was all a pretence like our faces

Made up Geisha

White, red and black

I pretend to be not me                                       

I am me but not

If you know what I mean

I don’t want to be me

Just want to be a reflection

Don’t want to see my face

White, red and black

Just want to be a piece of art

Just want to act, pretend

Reflect, dissipate, curve and bend

Your image of me

This is just my skin

I paint it every day

I dress to be somewhere else

I dress to impress me, not you

You and me are finished

I don’t love you anymore

I never really did