French Blue

May5

Archive | July 2012
French Blue
Jul14
photo by Julie Anne Workman

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French blue, a color so true
Full of promise and hope
Ye shall see this as I say.

Power me to be free to
Want not but love and do
You see her glory, written so true?

The accordion plays on and on
Wanting love, expecting no less
For it’s beauty shines and sings.

Patient and blue longs for it’s rendezvous
Again romance found a door, smiles let go,
Sighs give relief, pardon adieu!

No sadness seen in a city of light
Many hours to make things right
Love, yes, ignites without fight.

Notes of song bring rhythm
Two by two, feelings join the rhyme
Blue, the hue, pour me a cup.
Grapes divine, sings freedoms song.

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mwah!! by gardenlilie
By now you know, I’m a hopeless romantic.
google pic credit
This entry was posted on July 14, 2012 and tagged french blue, love, romance.

~I’m re-posting this lovely poem I wrote about love and romance, in the city of Paris. French Bleu, a novel I finished in November is also based in Paris and like the poem is a contemporary story.
I will be away for a short while as I continue this story. I absolutely love poetry and will return upon completion of this endeavor. Thank you for reading, please enjoy! Caroline

Monet

Mar24

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photography credit to: http://travelspirit333.com/2013/03/23/lovin-lebanon-ohio/

Another time, another place,
I’d gather in the garden.

We’d speak of letters written,
How time is short, our thoughts numerous.

He’d sip, I’d sip, share despair,
Our obsessions by the yard, on and on,
A solitaire, mindful existence; intriguing.

Realism … defined, perception expressed,
Monet the artist, romanticism and freedom.

We’d share the wine, I’d ask the ??
He’d tell me about independence, his struggle
To be himself, absorbed in context.

Camille and many femmes …
Paint me, paint me, to see what you see,
That would brighten and open my eyes.

We would sit, for a bit, touch glass
Toasting art in the garden, relaxed.

Then we’d take the train, 1877
And jump right into the station.

And go to the sea, where I would see
The colors and expressions in his impressions.

But I shall never forget the time
My note card exposed, the magpie;
My endearment for my artistic angel.
Lovingly bestowed upon my lovely,
Naturally, like art.

Then we would walk along the Seine
Puffs of his smoke I might catch,
As he would talk of finer points and prisms.

We’d cross the bridge and he’d tell of
The waterlilies, a motif or flower aquarium.

I’d want to know how he kept going,
Amidst an exhaustive, endless piece?

Painting is what I do, I do this with peace.
As war ignites, I paint early and long,
I give for France, as my contribution.

We walk the bridge over a vast lily pond,
And end at a cafe where his friends join in.
I hear some wide eyed stories
Never told and I am enlightened.

by Caroline Clemens
for dVerse poets pub
‘who, when and where I’d have a cup with’

Monet, by Robert Gordon and Andrew Forge, Abradale Press, Harvey Abrams, Inc. Publishers, New York, 1989.

~Happy Saint Patrick’s Day~

Mar17

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Northern Ireland by Wikipedia Commons

Green

The green grandeur soars
Above the mighty, cool blue.

Her blades of inexperience
Not bothered by an ocean true.

Pounding waves and eddies
Paint white washed murals on rocks.

Leaving gilded tapestries of green
And musical myriads of mystic locks.

The obliquity of the mineral gods
Heeds wisdom and strength of time.

Yet, today I seek the charm of
A St. Patty’s limitless, limerick rhyme!

By Caroline Clemens
Cheers and may you have four leaf clovers, pots of gold and leprechaun luck!

The following video is beautiful; fire, dancing and a violin played by Lindsay Stirling, titled Elements, that will sing to your heart. Enjoy …

Wedding Anniversary

Mar13

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Abstract by dictionary means theoretical, metaphysical, abstruse, recondite, and abridgment. Further searching, so I can truly understand, brings words like esoteric which means mysterious and secret, subtle. Abridgment means to condense, contract or shorten.
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Vegas probably is an abstract type of place. It’s mysterious in many ways, like how do those slot machines perform so well for you sometimes and other times, well, lets not go there. I prefer to win and losing money is not my cup of tea. But I do like to play, say once a year or so. I use to love the sound of clink, clink from hundreds of slot machines when you walked in the interior of those fabulously decorated, lavish looking lobbies!
Off the plane, out in the middle of the desert, the thirsty dry air would catch your breath, reminding you of the hot 114 degrees outside in July.
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In search of the perfect table you glide around, wondering where you will depart with your disposable cash, the amount you are willing to play and lose for entertainment purposes. Come on, you mean win!
I’ve heard it said … Vegas is Disney … for adults. The lights, shows, shopping, entertainment, gambling, and scenery have brought us back five times to the likes of Ballys, Cesar’s, Flamingo, Rio, and most recently Red Rocks.
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One highlight of this trip was the room atop the 53rd floor of The Palms. We chose this venue for free as our fellow travelers went to the best show they ever saw, ‘The Beatles Love Show’ and she should know, Candy has been to two hundred shows!
Lucky us, my husband and I partied grandiosely listening to music, while enjoying the spectacular aerial view!

By gardenlilie
anniversary tribute
My pictures: Red Rocks hotel pool @night, hotel pool @day, room painting, headboard
Did I mention I visited the spa 3 days in a row?

The Beatles in Vegas

Mar4

Remember when the Beatles came on The Ed Sullivan Show? I was watching back in 1964 on a Sunday night at the grandparents house, with all the cousins, right after a big dinner served up by grandma.
People became frenzied, full of shock. They really were gorgeous and so young. Watch the video, you can see them getting all excited! Such a simple song too … I Want To Hold Your Hand. The world would be changed forever through music. What a gift, a sweet thing indeed. Enjoy! I’m off to Vegas and I’ve heard the Beatles, rather a show by Cirque de Soleil, titled LOVE is there.

1957

Mar2

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Copyright picture by Beth Carter

“Damn, I’m lucky!” Carl exclaimed.
“Why is that?” Asked Ted.
“I’m so glad you asked. I found my 1st car I ever drove and bought her; she still runs. First time I ever took her for a joy ride I was seventeen, the year she was born 1957.
“My Bonneville, well, actually it was my dads. But he let me take the all white beauty with light cafe interior to my junior prom. Girls lined up. Some even gave me their pics, all wanting to go out with me.”
“Wonder if I could get a few to go out with me now?”
Ted nodded excitedly. “Let’s double date!”

By Caroline Clemens
100 word flash fiction

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/01/30/1-february-2013/