POEM: Inspiration

She’s a lovely but moody lady.

She doesn’t come to me when I call her,

Or when it’s a good time for me to write.

She only comes to me when she pleases.

My book depends on her, literally.

There wouldn’t be a book if it weren’t for her.

So, I learned to listen to her when she wants to speak up.

I learned to make her creating mood work for me.

I treat her with coffee and cookies when she makes an appearance.

We sit together at the table when she visits,

And we start writing.

I absorb every word she says,

And I let her lead the way.

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From my book of poetry Sunset in Toronto, page 122.

POEM: The Emperor's New Clothes

The emperor decides to update his wardrobe.

He hires two tailors for the job.

Apparently, they are the best tailors in the kingdom.

Everybody raves about them.

The tailors arrive at the palace.

Work starts with no delay.

But there is a catch.

Only the worthy can wear the magnificent robes created by the skillful tailors.

If you are unworthy, it will not fit.

Work in progress.

The council comes to see how it goes.

But every time a courtier checks on the tailors,

They squirm uncomfortably in the shop.

What is going on here?

Am I seeing things?

Do my eyes deceive me?

Did I get it all wrong?

Were my beliefs for nothing?

Do I doubt myself now?

Am I unworthy?

But I must not say anything out loud,

Or else, I am doomed.

I would rather live in fear and not speak up than face the naked truth.

Instead, I say,

What a marvelous creation!

And I clap along.

The parade day comes.

Everybody is joyful.

The emperor wears his new clothes, loudly and proudly.

Are you worthy or are you unworthy?

Townsfolk fidget in discomfort.

The same thought crosses everyone’s mind,

And one could see it splattered on every forehead around.

But no one dares say a single word,

For they don’t want to admit their unworthiness.

People clap half-heartedly.

What a spectacular attire!

Until the innocent child utters the truth.

The emperor is naked.

POEM: Poetry

I sit at my desk,

An open notebook in front of me.

My fingers tremble with anticipation.

The blank page stares back at me,

A canvas yearning for the brushstrokes of my words.

I close my eyes,

Seeking solace in the depths of my thoughts,

Where emotions intertwine and memories whisper.

And then, like an ethereal muse, inspiration begins to bloom.

Words dance in my mind, waiting to be brought together on the white page.

I grasp my pen,

And I let the ink flow freely,

Like a river finding its course.

Sentences form, weaving a tapestry of emotions and experiences.

Each word, carefully selected, holds the weight of my feelings, my longing, my pain.

It is in this sacred space that I find solace,

Where my heart spills onto the page and transforms into poetry.

Happy Easter!

Today is a beautiful spring day. It's sunny and bright. A gorgeous blue sky with playful clouds. It's a mild temperature today, 7 degrees Celsius.

And it's Easter Sunday.

Easter is a time of the year when Mother Nature fully awakens from her winter slumber. Nature doesn't wake up from her deep sleep instantly, but rather she takes time in stages to come back to life.

To me, the very first sign of spring is March 1st, the first calendaristic day of spring. The winter months are over, and March is the month that officially marks the beginning of spring.

Then the daylight saving hour comes along during the second weekend of March -- in North America at least. We move the clocks one hour ahead to make a better use of the daylight. Now we SEEM to have longer days, the afternoons are sunnier now, and we have the opportunity to be more productive and to accomplish more during the bright hours of the day.

The Equinox on March 21st is the next step that Nature takes when changing seasons. She is more awaken now. The days and nights are now equal, ready to start their summer dance.

And finally, Easter. The time of the year when Mother Earth is fully awaken. The time of the year when the trees and flowers are in full bloom, when spring is finally here in all her warm and blossomed splendor.

May the miracle of Easter fill your heart with love and peace, and may the Easter bunny bring you lots of joy and happiness this year. Wishing you and your dear ones a wonderful day of hope, renewal, and blessings.

Happy Easter everyone!

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POEM: International Women's Day

I wish you to be loved.

To be adored.

To be desired.

To be pampered.

To be beautiful.

To be cheerful.

To be fulfilled.

To be happy.

Not only on women’s day but on any day.

Happy International Women’s Day.

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From my book of poetry Sunset in Toronto, page 59.

POEM: The Japanese Maple Tree

My neighborhood looks the prettiest in the spring.

When I go for a walk in the park,

I notice the blooming trees along the street.

I take out my phone and photograph the blooms.

There is a Japanese maple tree in front of my neighbor’s house down the street. 

It’s rather unique,

And I am fascinated by this perfect creation of Mother Nature.

I stop in front of the house and take a few pictures of the tree.

My neighbor sees me from her house, and she gets out.

She encourages me to approach the tree and take closer pictures from her driveway.

I gather she is used to the attention that her precious Japanese maple tree is getting,

It’s the only one in our neighborhood.

I thank my neighbor for her kind gesture,

And don’t hesitate to come closer to the tree.

It is indeed special.

I gently touch the delicate red leaves; they feel like velvet.

Legend has it that the Japanese maple tree brings good fortune to the household where it grows.

It can reflect and absorb the happiness and the sadness of the people who live in the house.

When the members of the household are happy,

The red leaves of the tree are full of life and velvety rich.

When the family is struck by sadness,

The tree leaves are crying in pain.

Today, when I notice the tree,

Its leaves are full and velvety rich.

The tree looks happy,

And the family who lives in this house must be happy too.

How can you not be happy when such a marvel of nature brings you joy every single time you look outside the window?

And it brings you so much contentment that you want to share it with your neighbors.

Legend has it that the Japanese maple three brings good fortune to the household where it grows,

And this good fortune goes both ways.

The tree with the velvety red leaves brings joy to the family that takes care of it,

And in return the family lets the tree absorb their happiness,

A nourishing balm for the velvety red leaves.

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From my book of poetry Sunset in Toronto (2021), page 154.

Martisor fericit!

Dragele mele, va doresc tuturor sa aveti parte de o primavara frumoasa, calda, splendida, plina de culoare, lumina, soare, incantare si bucurii, o primavara cum nu ati mai avut! O primavara cu flori, gingasie, zambete, iubire si fericire, o primavara fabuloasa, o primavara asa cum va doriti, si care sa va insenineze sufletele si inimile!

Martisor fericit si la multi ani!

Cu drag, Victoria West.

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