Autumn

Musing in rustic Brussels

Scenes of yellow trees

Changing palettes of colour

Greens take their leave

 

October blues set in

Summer turns its back

The wind gains courage

My spirits recognize fall

 

The sun still shone

When you were around

Through heat and pain

We hoped for tomorrow

 

Little did we know

The seasons tragic plan

You had a calling

To freedom once more

 

You pulled an autumn

Said goodbye and left

Now comes dreary winter

Maybe the cold will help

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Seasons ebb and wane

And so does this life

When one says farewell

Another breath is born

 

Spring will bring him

Your grandchild, my son

I will teach him

As you did me

 

Autumn turns to winter

Then surely onto spring

Life is but a circle

Birth and death within

 

The falling yellow leaves

Winter’s icy blue breeze

Fresh flowers and sun

Life will go on

 

You are with me

Every step, every misstep

I cherish being loved

And loving in return….

 

 

…Je t’aime Dada

-Nicola Coutinho

2nd October 2017, Vilroode, Belgium

 

 

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Go and flow

I’m going to my home of choice

Yet as I leave my home of birth

I feel a pang of pain

It’s goodbye now, until we meet again
This dichotomy of life

Present at every turn

Transitioning from old to new

Another dawn, a different hue

Change is inspiring and scary

Both exciting and jarring

Motion is but a way of life

We decide if it’s joy or strife
Growing older, parting ways

Leaving known territories

And being on the go

Hey beautiful I say, let it flow!
Nicola Coutinho

The Angels Smiled

Dedicated to the soulmate I found when I was 16. Continents apart then and today, I marvel at “how close despite how far” we are…. 

The angels smiled

Oh yes they did

When to their own

Farewell they bid

 

His journey set

A task anew

Reformed and invisible

The wings he knew

 

A tricky job

This cherub had

To find his ward

And make her glad

 

A wailing babe

Soon was born

All past memories

Erased and gone

 

Steady he grew

Years flew by

All seemed perfect

Yet somehow dry

 

Travelling the world

He sought to find

An answer to quiet

His soul and mind

Across mountains

And seas away

He struck gold

One fine summer day

 

There she was

Her eyes met his

Laughter spilled forth

It was hard to miss

 

Two hearts destined

To meet again

The past came back

Like refreshing rain

 

Each recalled

And skipped in delight

Souls searing

With love so bright

 

Both cherubs

Left their mark

To carry one another

Thru’ light and dark

 

The angels smiled

At both their own

The wings came back

And halos were worn

 

We each have our angels

So rich and divine

And you dear friend

You are mine!

-Nicola Coutinho

Do you smell what I smell?

Was my dear nose

Playing tricks on me?

Could it truly be?

I awoke this morning

Senses ablaze and tingling

Oh, I had to sing

Gone was the gray

In came the white

What a lovely sight

All it touched transformed

The magic dust swirled

Out, old autumn twirled

My tongue stuck out

A kid once more

The joy of snow!

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All crisp and bright

Washed of old hue

The world is new

My nose was right

Snowy winter is here

With it, holiday cheer

I smell fresh cookies

Warm cakes and pies

In every possible size

Odours of fresh holly

Drown out the food

I’m in tinsel mood

Shimmy down my chimney

St Nicholas hurry please

Don’t bruise your knees

Hey Frosty, come here

Let’s do the Polka

Bring out the Mocha

Let it be Christmas

Before I run wild

With my inner child

-Nicola

 

My old first love

The rush of anticipation

When you come face to face

With your old first love

 Your hands know precisely

That familiar feel and tingle

Years apart mean nothing

The wind whips your hair

Your legs turn to wings

And you just feel home

Heart pounding you leap

And sink it right in

Sweet joy, oh what bliss!

My return to court

My first love

How I missed my sport

Dear old Basketball 💓

Wait a minute

What were you thinking?

-Nicola

Shaking off the Dust

From dust we come
And unto dust we return
So they say

But,

We are fluid beings
Conceived in, composed of water
Birth, death, later

From love we come
And unto love we return
So say I

Thoughts?

-Nicola

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Pic: Sulphur Lake at Mount Batur, Bali

BENEATH THE SURFACE

Ladies, this one is for you. Cheers to us not just on this 8th day of March, but always! Every single waking, dreaming, breathing moment for time immemorial. 

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BENEATH THE SURFACE

Just beneath
Not out of reach
Smeared over
You may not see

Beauty and grace
I do project
Feminity flows
A shy façade

Winds billow
As does my soul
Look deeper
You’ll hear my song

I am she
A haunting tune
An obsessive love
But always covered over

Angelic child
Cheating student
Doting wife
Another’s mistress

Not a clue
From this face
Vermillion on my head
My eyes see red

Bound by tradition
The choice not mine
Hushed tones
Silenced desires

Ornamentally gorgeous
Draped in silk
You must be blind
If you can’t see the filth

Why shackle
What’s meant to be free?
I may be a woman
But I’m also “me”

An explorer
Ardent giver
Wildly passionate
Let me be

Judge me not
Should I exchange
Profession for vocation
Marriage for love

Just beneath
Not out of reach
My spirit rebels
There’s a raging beast

Sun-kissed dreams
My canvas
My colours
I call the strokes

I am both
She and He
Mother Earth
And Zeus the feared

Unleashing my demons
Prepare ye the feast
Heaven and Hell will dine
My worlds will meet

-Nicola.

This is an old piece of poetry I wrote in awe of the inspiring ladies I’ve encountered. I can never get enough of the You-Go-Girl!- sentiment. It empowers me every single time. I’m curious as to what emotions/thoughts/ideas/critique my poem brings out in you. The comments section is waiting with arms open wide…. 😉