Simple Sunday Picture Challenge Visits Paris!
Welcome to the CPC’s
Simple Sunday Picture Challenge!
This week we are in France checking out the art of Nicholas Jolly.
He has been on deviantart.com for a year
and specializes in French scenes
created either in black ink pen or watercolor.
Our featured image is his most recent watercolor,
entitled “Cafe – Painting”
Write what your poetic muse sees in or imagines from this image
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Welcome to the CPC’s Simple Sunday picture Challenge! I hope this image stirs your muse to poetic action! You may also post videos which enhance the Parisian theme.
PARISIAN PARAMOURS
In a cafe on Rue D’Amour,
two innocents with good hearts pure.
But this was Paris in the day,
when both were young and game to play.
Each in his way, or his and hers,
approached where modesty demurs;
inclined to do what nature stirs
as instinct tells what it prefers.
A simple lunch in open air
Two smiles which exchanged lovers’ care
Four eyes reflected limpid pools
No time for petty mundane duels.
Ten fingers locked in tight embrace,
entwined two souls in time and space.
Dark bloody world turned madly on.
Young love repelled all sadly wan.
Copyright November 30th 2013 RGD
MY FOREIGN DREAM
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On the corner of fifth and nine
In a foreign country
Know not where
Just in my mind a far away dreams
I sit and sip
On a strange drink
With you in mind I am at ease
Exotic fragrance of flowers so fills the air
Puts one in heaven just to be
Skis are clear blue
With a patch of while
Coloriful building stand tall side by side
Faces of many
An inapplicable view
Language so new
Yet here I wait for you
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Written By: Bettie Davis ——————————————— © December o1 , 2o13
Archived image unavailable
“Cafe” by Nicolas Jolly
NIGHT SONG
The night sings
in syncopated beats
and edgy tones
gliding across
sharps and flats
and jumping from
string to string,
soulful winds weeping
smoky melodies
music of the streets
finding a home
and welcomed there
within my heart
and my soul.
Aromatic subtleties
infuse the evening air
among splashes of burgundy
and notes of mellow blue,
within intimate moments
shared as evening
flows into night,
emotions woven
and lingering still
well after closing time.
(c) barbara kausteklis 12-1-13