Jean Pierre Bacri 1951 - 2021

 

Il avait le sens de la fête et le goût des autres. Jean-Pierre Bacri, le plus tendre de nos râleurs s’en est allé. Comme une image, son humanité laconique et sensible continuera de peupler nos vies.

Emmanuel Macron-President de France 

Carpe Diem # 1843 - Troiku Challenge

 

roaring down the beach
at the height of winter waves
mist clouds

© Jane Reichhold (1937-2017)

roaring down the beach
the surf patrol unload their boat
for the rescue 

at the height of winter waves
they slice through the swell
to reach the swimmers

mist clouds
hang low in the pewter sky
drowning not waving

Sunday Whirligig # 303

the uncut grass
the overgrown garden
riddled with ants and worms
the old tin shed buckled by rain and wind
held together by rusty wire and  chains
the remains of birds nests in the guttering
this is what she had inherited
the whispering  ghost reminded her that
beggars cant be choosers
really ?  well this one can
so she threw the keys into the field
and drove off

 

THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "Ode on an Abandoned House" by Hayan Charara: wind, rain, keys, held, inherit, whispering, ants, worms, birds, uncut, overgrown, buckled

 

Writers Pantry # 56- PSU

Happy Birthday Mozart

 it's you 265th birthday

still looking good wolfie

everyone now knows your name

Maria Callas sings "Casta Diva" (Bellini: Norma, Act 1)

memories

of two sweet old people

 refugees from a war torn continent

who appreciated everything they had

which in material terms was not much

 listening to this on a 78 recording

 my dear grandparents

Sunday Muse #144

 you and i

dear one

have not talked in a while

my wise ole owl feathers

are a little ruffled

the sky is black

signs of

an approaching storm

there is something lurking

behind me

in the yellow grass

that's the thing

with having 

eyes in the back of your head

sometimes

words are not enough

 music says it all