Posts Tagged ‘france’

About A Message Received On The Eve Of Leaving: Revolutionary Email Sonnet

April 27, 2012

On the eve of me leaving,
alone, for France,
Your surprise last message, grieving,
came. You took that chance.

Since then I’ve had to roam
to Vegas, Dallas, Orlando,
Bountiful and San Antone,
with thoughts of you as I go.

I have always intended
to sit down and write,
but as days and nights have blended,
it never feels right, quite.

For an answer takes deep thought, time, and caring
To pen honest words worthy of sharing.

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Valentine’s Day Planning: Romantic E-Mail Poetic Lament

February 14, 2012

On this Valentine’s Day

I spent planning romantic trips:

The south of France.

The coast of Spain.

Springtime overnight

in The City of Light.

A week in Vegas, baby!

A long weekend in Magic Kingdom.

Non-stop flights.

King-sized beds

for one.

Life Is Like The Chocolate You Eat: Revolutionary IMprov Prose

December 5, 2011

Written in the Basque coastal region of Biarritz, France, and San Sebastian, Spain

There are people who are
more practical and planned
than I am.
There are people who show up
when it’s convenient
for everyone.

I show up, sometimes,
when it’s convenient
for noone,
hoping that something wonderful
will happen.

And it usually does
for me.

My pattern is,
because something wonderful happens,
even if it’s not planned,
I keep going to the well.

I keep putting myself
into positions of wonder and amazing …
and I never get disapointed.

But it’s not
everyone’s pattern.
People are wonderful.
My time with them is wonderful
no matter what time it is.

The other day
I ate chocolate crepes
for dinner.
That was after
I’d had chocolate pastries
for lunch.

Along with hot chocolate for lunch
and dinner,
I had chocolate
during the evening.

The next day I had
another chocolate pastry.
For lunch I ate
at a tapas bar
in Spain.
I had a chocolate.
Then, that evening,
I had a chocolate pastry,
Spanish hot chocolate (VERY thick and rich!),
and some chocolate-covered orange slices
that were wonderful.
THEN later on that evening
I had ANOTHER French hot chocolate.

Today I had
two more cups of hot chocolates,
a chocolate pudding dish,
AND a chocolate WARM dessert
with ice cream.

If there was a pastry shop,
or a cafe’,
still open,
I would probably go out
and get another chocolate
something.

You are the chocolate
in my life.
I keep returning
to the feast.

1:28 a.m. Atlantic Beach Run To The Light: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

December 2, 2011

1:28 a.m. Atlantic surf run toward the Biarritz, France lighthouse
1:28 run./
Early morning Atlantic./
In surf I find me.