Though many sayIt is soI say noThere is a wayTime cannot be lostThe seasonsAnd reasonsAs it is crossedAre as certainTo be passedAnd to lastBeyond drawn curtain

The ladybug crawls on my windowSeeking the nectar that may be found.She may not find much for a waspWas there before; I shooed it away.I didn’t want more of her hivefeeding there.The ladybug crawls on the panesin circles round and round. Intent on her questshe ignores my interestand crawls on the pane.In circles round and … Continue reading The Ladybug: Marjolaine Brodeur

Tick tock, tick tock,The hands of the clockIt’s face ever boundGo round and round. Tick tock, tick tock,in a monotone talkthat spares no oneand it’s never done. Tick tock, tick tock,time kept in stock,seconds ever found,to tell its sound. Tick tock, tick tock,tick tock, tick tock,no way backwardsalways forwards. Tick tock, tick tocktick tock, tick … Continue reading Time: Marjolaine Brodeur

   Following her doctor's orders, she had gone for her afternoon walk.  Her experience as a patient at the nearby hospital had made her determined not to go back there anytime soon.  Pushing her walker ahead of her she slowly made her way around the perimeter of the small park near her apartment building.  She … Continue reading Park Lady: Marjolaine Brodeur

Wow! It’s done. I am now free to begin making plans for the next phase of my life. Freed from the shackles that had insidiously grown tighter and tighter on my life; my shoulders are still achy from having borne the many responsibilities that became mine alone to bear as the people who made up … Continue reading Freedom: Marjolaine Brodeur

Staring out of her apartment’s window towards the night sky, the woman was pleased to see the moon’s fullness. It caused her so much pleasure that she greeted it as if it were an old friend. Many might have found her strange to do so; but, she cared not what “they” thought of her, she … Continue reading Moonlight: Marjolaine Brodeur

Time has flown speedily by, So the year is now over, The New Year has begun, With all its fanfare, Corks have been popped, And now lay with their foil cages, Wishes have been made, Kisses have been shared, Flutes sit empty of their contents, On tables, counters or what not , With the crumb … Continue reading New Year: Marjolaine Brodeur

Hands comfort people in distress 'til the sorrow grows less and less. They are used to change a dirty diaper or to wipe clean a mirror's vapour; allowing for a man to shave his face or a woman to wipe a mascara's trace. Babies are held to a mother's breast or the bottle against a … Continue reading Ode to Hands: Marjolaine Brodeur