Guillaume, I changed my name when I became a Grandmother. I've been married to the same man since 1975! This is a republished article with an added stanza posted for Gather: Writing Essentials...Destination, Kimberly's prompt.
This made me think much about that beautiful city ... lovely images ... made me wonder if we'd ever get back.................in these most difficult of times. Thank you the short and memorable trip.
I'd better practice up on my French...I just noticed that I made an erreur! Laissez le bon temps rouler! Let the good times roll. Thanks for the feature Kimberly and Kathryn. When I saw the destination prompt- Paris came immediately to mind. I would love to go to Paris with you Mona, Liz, and Lady Bess!...not to mention several other cherished Gather gals. In truth, we are hesitant to venture too far away because of my mother-in-law who has recently been falling a lot and is a regular at the local emergency room. Now she has a full time caregiver at her assisted living home and we hope that will prevent future falls.
Allons zi! (Je suis certain que je n'ai pas epaule cet mot correctement ni ecrit cet phrase correctement, mais cela ne fait rien, il n'y importe quoi pour moi, parce que je laissez les mots tomber de mois bouche sans soignez.
Ah...the city of lights....you make it sounds so lovely. It was perfect for Kimberly's GWE prompt! I read elizabeth's post today for you...her visit to Paris while in FL, so now I'm glad I got to read this gorgeous piece ;-)
Rich, shimmering, radiant, palpable, delicious, fragrant, musical, wild! Dear Jan, this breathes with continental elan in the grandest of colors.
"My father always promised us that we would live in France, We'd go boating on the Seine and I would learn to dance. ....I sail my memories afar like boats across the Seine, And watch the Paris sun set in my father's eyes again." (words and music by Judy Collins from 1968 on the album "Who Knows Where the Time Goes")
Your poem shapes some really dazzling fireworks presented with the festive personification of joy. Suddenly it is 1927 and the great transatlantic crossing of the young Lindbergh hits the headlines. Except that now the Spirit of Jan takes us there in full flight, an open-throttle journey in airborne verse with trans-cultural panache securely held in midair. A cafe of dreams intuitively realized!
Surprising to me, Paris is not a favorite city of mine. But I loved France. Jan, someday when we meet in person, you may only speak to me in French. ;-) For the first five minutes, that is, then we'll jabber in English for hours, I'm sure.
I read your comment on Barbary's latest poem and said to myself, that is one lady I'd like to keep up with. So off I hustle to link with you as a friend and find that we are already friends. Somehow I've lost touch. So nice to connect again.
You have the best notions. And you feel them so well, or else they wouldn't come out so delightfully in your poetry, and all your creative expression. Are you really going? How much room is in your luggage?
I remember another poem you posted three years ago about Paris that was as equally evocative in its magical phrasing as this one. But now, having spent my own week in the heart of Paris, I truly understand the lure of the enchanted French capital upon you.
Masterfully done, Jan. You´ve stepped up so much in the intervening three years it´s really a dream come true--talented versifier becomes master class poet.
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This is a republished article with an added stanza posted for Gather: Writing Essentials...Destination, Kimberly's prompt.
Springtime in Paris - what could be better?
A beautiful visual and tasty delight.
Laissez les bon temps roules!
Well-penned, G Janny.
"Oysters glisten
Champagne et chocolat"
still make my mouth water.
Thanks for the feature Kimberly and Kathryn. When I saw the destination prompt- Paris came immediately to mind.
I would love to go to Paris with you Mona, Liz, and Lady Bess!...not to mention several other cherished Gather gals.
In truth, we are hesitant to venture too far away because of my mother-in-law who has recently been falling a lot and is a regular at the local emergency room. Now she has a full time caregiver at her assisted living home and we hope that will prevent future falls.
I read elizabeth's post today for you...her visit to Paris while in FL, so now I'm glad I got to read this gorgeous piece ;-)
"My father always promised us
that we would live in France,
We'd go boating on the Seine
and I would learn to dance.
....I sail my memories afar
like boats across the Seine,
And watch the Paris sun
set in my father's eyes again."
(words and music by Judy Collins from 1968
on the album "Who Knows Where the Time Goes")
Your poem shapes some really dazzling fireworks presented with the festive personification of joy. Suddenly it is 1927 and the great transatlantic crossing of the young Lindbergh hits the headlines. Except that now the Spirit of Jan takes us there in full flight, an open-throttle journey in airborne verse with trans-cultural panache securely held in midair. A cafe of dreams intuitively realized!
travel abroad and treat my senses to some foreign seductions of my qualia.
Sleigh bells ring, are you listening,
In the lane, oysters glisten...
Very nice, both verse and picture, Jan.
Masterfully done, Jan. You´ve stepped up so much in the intervening three years it´s really a dream come true--talented versifier becomes master class poet.