In the new bloom of passion
and the early flush of spring
we first walked the boulevards
of the city of lovers
in darkening alleyways
indulging in delights
behind closed doors.
In long, lazy, late summer’s days
we roamed gardens and parks
and wandered through galleries
spent evenings in Montmartre
listening to a solitary pianist
playing our tune.
In the midst of winter now
we travel no more
but like Bergman and Bogart
we’ll always have Paris.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What do You See #69 photo prompt.
Image credit: Lucas Albuquerque
The title image shows a view of the Eiffel Tower at night when it is illuminated in golden light. In the foreground you can see the Seine river reflecting the lights.
Just one tiny cake
a candle-topped treat
two bites big
is all I can eat.
Gone are the days
of parties and thrills
just make sure
I take all my pills.
But with memories rich
don’t you know
I’m a hundred and eight?*
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #57 photo prompt.
Image credit: Angéle Kamp @ Unsplash
(The image shows a a single cupcake with a lit candle on top of it).
*thank you, Goutham @ https://gdutta17.wordpress.com/ (see the comments below)
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #52 photo prompt.
Image credit: Pisauikan – Pixabay
Sunshine and sandcastles,
warm hugs and gap-toothed grins.
Short skirts and high heeled shoes,
deep kisses and long-lashed smiles.
Memories colour a drab existence,
a façade over a pretty face.
Worn, wrinkled and age-faded,
behold the deceitful mask of time.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #36 photo prompt.
Image credit: Ariadne-a-mazed on Pixabay