sync2swim

yesterday was mother’s day in france
unbeknownst to her, this maman did prance
walked 14-kilometers from vernon to giverny and back
taipan’s muscles were wrecked, no more long walk attack
when it’s no longer pleasurable, we stop, o heck

now replaying impressions of the day
puffs of exhilaration, i must say
such bewildering assortment of nature wonders
en plein air, the symphony modulates and wanders

i find it amazing – monet became blind as he painted more,

like beethoven who became deaf yet writing genius musical score.

the more one is deceived yet it seems the more to implore;

the more authentic,  the more people run away from the store?
perception matters, reality does not
first impressions stick, they are hard to rot

how shall we then live?
what shall we then believe?
you are what you think
we drown in own kitchen sink
art of living is in impressions sync
and then, we are gone in a blink

hit it
ribbit

it’s one of those days
to enjoy a good book and réfléchir race
“couples: speaking from the heart” by mariana cook absorbed my gaze
last protégée of ansel adams, images captured with griot grace

a pattern recurs of what makes couples tick
what makes the bond slick
to endure each other and lasting stick
through highs and lows, boom and bleak

the magic glue is a healthy respect
trust that emanates from real acceptance instead of reject
common values and interests create harmonious sound
punctuated by differences celebrated instead of being bound

thus i distill and dissect
that real respect
is critical aspect
of a strong relationship pact
rest and recreation intact

a sad day at cnbc
longtime anchor mark haines we’ll no longer see
well-respected and loved for his direct wit
he certainly left a mark, a 22-year run hit

i drew parallel of day spent at the conservatoire
caught oboe final exam recitals, music to boire
the candidates getting marked
the time has come for them to spark

et moi, what marks have i made, how is my life score?
jill of various trades, mistress of none to roar
making blog soliloquies, my spirit to nurse when sore
what a bore, perhaps in another dimension soar
but i can truly say, i gave to the world my authentic core

our beloved hubbard
looked into the cupboard
it was getting bare
to marché daumesil to stomach care

freshness turned to culinary feats

here is evidence of lunch and dinner eats

yes – curry fish with a kick
finished off with grillé aux pommes slick

where are we going?
don’t ask, a “just follow me” craving
down magenta and winding through marche saint-pierre
i don’t ask why, happy to click fabric flair

finally destination reached

an award-winning baguette niche
one #6 and other #38
2011 and 2010 best bread

prized and tucked under taipan’s armpit

while waiting for metro back,
couldn’t resist, the ends were bit
his tastebuds lit

his sacred coeur humming
la baguette quartette’s “mon paris” hit

there’s 3-mile island and there’s 3 hours walk
yep, yesterday île de la jatte and puteaux to chalk
inspiration from what seurat and monet gawked

the more famous seurat is this sunday scene
and what this monet fetched is indeed obsene

wondering what my pixel art of grand jatte soil will fetch

many more magic moments to catch
more playful joy to attach

the bard has spoken, she’s done
with words of john donne

how would you spend apocalypse day?
according to harold camping, the earth will big-time sway
well, it came and went
it sure wasn’t heaven sent
getting lost at clignancourt souks was how we doomsday spent

one man’s junk is another man’s treasure;
one man’s mistake is another man’s pleasure.
we came with nothing and go with nothing
i am done with shopping
très content with just digital snapping
to remember what i enjoyed and saw
memories to leave behind and thaw

my tongue get tied when i try to speak
my insides shake like a leaf on a tree
there’s only one cure for this body of mine
that’s to have the life that i love so fine!
i’m all shook up

finished the day listening to yuri and juliana perform at st vincent de paul
a different kind of rapture call

yesterday
a field day
photo opp gems came my way
whoa whoa yay, is more than i can say

st cecile, jewel around corner
is snapped all over
detoured to st vincent de paul seen from corner of eye
beckoning – come spy before apocalypse die

after rilette on baguette crust
to avoid stomach bust
move the butt we must
seine gems to sift from rust

new terriors to visit
new friends to meet
keep walking to stay fit
from jardin des plantes towards austerlitz
our feet fleet
for a la biche au bois lunch feat

next day, appetite for more gems to tame
off to l’ile de la Cité in the seine

marché aux fleurs us to greet
upon climbing out to cité street

also stumbled upon oldest hospital in town

fancy villa feel, check out the mairie in whimsical musical gown

she gazes at the couple from across the street
sipping inseine coffee clouds, waiting for her prince to meet
impossible, cos’ she needs the attributes of many to make such a perfect match
mais, “impossible, c’est pas francaise,” she continues to pursue her catch

someone to spar with, without walking on eggshells
someone to size her down gently when the ego swells
someone to share with others instead of snare
someone to give in to in order to live, someone to spare
someone to understand and to be understood in return
someone loyal, “i’ll be back” infidelity to spurn

it’s good to set aside time to contemplate
on the health of one’s fate
at least set a weekly date
to renew in love, hope, peace and banish hate

so off to saint suplice church
listen to meditative organ music and sins purge
get in touch with soul surge
thereafter eat and rest splurge

mind-body organic zen merge

yesterday was nostalgic day
we retraced past tracks way

need to do marketing to get chow
so off to place aligre to prowl
used to live on the market street
every morning colorful spread your eyes meet
like this pili pili, a “welcome back” greet

we got razor clams and gesiers for lunch fix

and for dinner, i carpe diemed on “la nuit europeenne des musees” sans admission tix

in order paris to know
you gotta go with the flow
you must be fit
the streets to hit
the metro steps to go up and down
do quickstep with velo’s in town

after 12 days of feasting
it’s time for walking
taipan figured route to hotel de ville
more digital opps the album to fill

there’s 12 days of christmas affair and 12 days of birthday flair…

let me take you down, cos’ i’m going to strawberry fields way
on the first of may
when i was small
and christmas trees are tall…

on the first day of birthday, my GNO buddies gave to me
some cupcakes and a candle to blow with glee

on the 5th day, my true love fed me
five golden meals…

foie gras, coppa, zampone, smoked mozarella, and yes lardo kills
such gourmet deals

on the 8th day of anniversaire
had fois gras and magret de canard fare
a fresh prepare
at paris fair
what calories, i don’t care
live dangerously, i dare

on the 12th day of may
the real day is full of play
woke up to champagne breakfast meal
ending with a quack attack of foie gras and magret de canard encore appeal
with mona lisa starring with approving smiling seal
night stroll back via canal st martin was a memorable night light squeal

all roads lead to roma
rue mouffetard we did roama
rich with colorful historical drama
an old roman road, a market panorama

so here, speaking the language of image
a montage of la mouff vintage

oui, we are certainly alive and well
today was memorable swell
off to cafe philo  in st. germain to pontificate
“are images a language?” was the fiesty debate
hear ye the adage that a picture is worth a thousand words
and poetry is making images with words, chicken-egg diabolical turds

thereafter we went to restaurant “vivant”
after being turned away last night, we waited 30 minutes for bon goût want
it was well worth the wait
our tummies to satiate

the owner Pierre took pity on us, complimented with  vognier from ardeche
it went well with coppa et lardo dash
foie gras mi-cuit, a la mode sudwest bash

accompanied by
bufalo fumé

later topped
by
the most
incroyable
zampone

whoa, whoa yaay
je t’aime paris
is more than i can say…