the secret life of birds.

birds fill the air
in a silent swoop
of ten thousand feathers

so fastidious, those birds…
they gather their prey
and their gossip,
dissolving the days
in circular flight

in the streets below
filled to the brim
with mice and with men
they choose the one-ways
rather than roundabouts

so peculiar, those mammals…
always racing forward
never facing forward
just looking up
at the birds above
wishing
for those wings




peace.
-lise.

"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.

alligator.

peace.
-lise.

evolution is beautiful.

you are wherever your thoughts are.

Where are yours?


peace.
-lise.