When I think of Paris – hour 3

When I think of Paris

mostly in my dreams

but thrice in reality,

I see my heart fly.

 

Just the drizzle of chocolate

on warm and cold profiteroles

or inside a croissant;

when I think of Paris

I glow like a sunrise.

 

All those tiny pixels

in Seurat’s Sunday park

Rodin’s dainty ballerinas

hanging greens at Monet’s bridge

make my eyes pop wide

and I melt

with happiness.

 

Oh, the music!

When I think of Paris

a lone guitar, violins

strings jumping, fingers thumping

makes a subway ride

more like a dance hall.

My soul is bouncing.

 

The markets!

I like to say “marches”

when I think of Paris

juicy fruits and crunchy breads

jeweled tarts and creamy pâté

make my tongue quiver.

 

And the Eiffel …

oh, it stops my breath

all the city beneath my feet

what bright jewels to behold.

When I think of Paris

it refreshes my mind.

 

There, in Paris,

a friend, of twenty years now, 9-11;

I think of your calm and comfort

when those towers crumbled,

and the world trembled,

in my mind

never forgotten.

 

– Sandra Johnson, 6/26/21

8 thoughts on “When I think of Paris – hour 3

  1. Only people who have been to Paris can truly know what it is to fall in love with Paris. This is a gorgeous love letter to that beautiful city. The imagery transported me to all of the places, flavors, and fragrances you describe in this piece. Thank you for taking me back to Paris!

    1. Thanks Ramona. I can’t wait someday to go back a fourth time. My friend, still concierge at the hotel I first visited, is still good friends with me on Facebook. I’m still hoping to compile a memoir from 9-11 in Paris. I was there four days and 9-11 stretched it to almost 2 weeks. Glad to share it.

  2. Yes. Memories of places are just this intimate, just this exhilarating, just this poignant. Especially, love the rich sensory details that puts me on the scene in a place I’ve never been.

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