"the true delight is in the finding out rather than in the knowing" - Asimov

 new puppies make you feel like a kid again.

found this little guy on my wall the other day.

he let me take a few soft light portraits before I let him outside.

almost ambidextrous...

random but totally necessary Isaac Brock picture

a new poem.

they sing a song to me-

the trees, I mean

softly they hum verses

of beauty and family

I smile and sit down

at my grandparents’ feet

peace.
-lise.

an old poem.

I can’t take this suspense, damn your impuissance.
And damn mine, too. Oh, what I feel - if only you knew!
But instead, where are we? Trapped in this stalemate,
useless weaponry clenched; each soul landlocked
in a parallel trench. We sit side by side, yet miles away,
and we watch and we wait, in a cautious impasse.
Will either encroach? How long must this last!
Please let’s jump out, and cut through the barbed wire,
I don’t want to win battles; it’s just you I desire.
I’m breathless and weary… I can’t fight anymore.
I thought all was fair in love and in war?

I wrote this almost a year ago. I never posted it because I believe private poems retain a sense of power that published poems can never have. But it seemed time to let this one free. Enjoy the weekend :)

peace.
-lise.