Violeta Altmann

Category: Poetry

  • Naive

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    When I met Brian, he asked me about my storyI was embarrassed because I had nothing interesting to sayNo drama. I thought I had watched too much TV as a kid. I thought of the church leader hosting Jesus for a mealAnd the woman who barged inand washed Jesus’ feet with her tears and wiped…

  • Proverbs class week3

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    Let thy words be like an alpine stream – refreshing, clear, satisfying Not a cascade of volume and noise – murky, forceful, repelling   I had a brief season of logorrhea  — from the greek logos (word) + rhoia (flow)When my older brother told me I talk too much.  First, out of stubbornness & to prove a point I…

  • Introvert

    Introvert

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    Vorbitul in fațăIeșitul in evidențaActivitatea social mediaNu imi vin naturalNu ma incarc prin ele,Ci depun un efort sa activez Tocmai din dorința de a învingeFrica, rușinea, timiditateaAm iesit din zona de confortDes si devremeDar acum e vremea de a sta puțin in umbraSa imi incarc bateriile. Am nevoie sa ma întreb sincerCe imi stârnește un…

  • Conectare

    Conectare

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    Ca un elastic puternic care se poate întindeCând ne certam, când avem opinii puternice diferiteSa avem încredere ca nu se rupe elasticulSa avem curaj sa ținem strâns de elSa nu dam drumul înainte sa ne onoram punctul de vedereAcolo cred eu ca găsim odihna in relațiiCând avem încredere in noi si in celălaltSi vorbim onestChiar…

  • To honor my instinct

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    Listen well. Take action. Respect my intuition. So it will continue to speak clearly So I could hear itSo it can steer me clear of dangerous paths  This is the hardest. To believe that what I want is important. This is an ache I carry from the time I was my kids’ current age. Though I was most…

  • The Proverbs…

    The Proverbs…

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    Are my refugeMy childhood fortfamiliar and comfortingI would turn to this bookOver and overSince my preteen years. A Solid groundunchanged in essenceBut revealing new life,Hope, clarity, direction. Committing it to memorywithout trying to memorize it. It will be a strange journeyTo undertake with others. I don’t recall precisely what drew meto the book of Proverbsin…

  • Rachela

    Rachela

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    When someone talks to you,the world stops,and you listen so well.If the world doesn’t quiet down,you make it so,you silence it like Jesus silenced the storm.And you draw near,and there is no judgement.Just peace. Your self irony, and humility,your poise and humor,you pave the way to honest relationships. Fretting over wellbeing, safety, balance.Any seed of…

  • Holding back

    Holding back

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    I have enjoyed the present,the gift of time,the fragrance and the taste of the ProvenceWith butter croissants and ice cream and cheeses We have had a lovely reset and I felt happyI rested my mind while my legs got tired exploring Even my kids who were so well behaved on this tripnoted that I was…

  • Mundane Provence

    Mundane Provence

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    Waking up to a quiet house,Every room full, but still asleep.I step slowly into the sun drenched kitchen,And I make coffee. Legs stretched on the kitchen day bedI sip the coffee and look towards the cypress trees shivering with joyBirds singing, bees dancing.This must be heaven. Women on a retreatHappy. Radiating. This lineup in Provencecould…

  • Reset in Provence

    Reset in Provence

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    Postponed joy. Delayed gratificationeventually embracing adventureAnd making buttery memoriesAnd savoring blasting contagious laughter. Livia, the ever generous hostWaiting for us with everything preparedAnticipating every detailAnd spoiling us with stories and croissants There is an intuitive dance in the kitchenWomen, mothers, serving each otherNone waiting to be served. And there is a feast of gratitudeand an…

  • What hurt most

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    During my burnoutWas the clear awareness of how ungenerous I becameWith my attentionWith my timeIf I felt that everyone wanted a piece of meI would curl my fingers around the meager resources of sanity and silenceAnd I wound dread any interruption. What hurt most was my greed for restI was not generous anymoreAnd I felt…

  • Words have power

    Words have power

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    I remembered, I felt how powerful a positive word spoken clearly in my mind can be.When have I stopped doing that? Why? I have lived in a fog. Dense. Sticky with sadness, tiredness. Then after clearing the film of silence off the topI could breath againAnd hearI listened to barely whispered questionsAnd received an answer.Not…