Stories Collected While Living in France
He was there.
As if waiting for her,
(…though he was drinking a café amongst the pearls in Paris.)
She blushed coral.
He smiled drinking her in long and deep….leaned over and said,
"I want to take you into my arms."
Since then her jewelry box has never been the same.
photo: French flea market holds treasures for those who look. The poem is for my cousin who is head over heels, as she returns to France to visit her gem.
Corey, you have such a way with words…..ooh-la-la.
Romantically creative!! Your imagination is a sparkling gem!!
We must hold on tight to all the gems in our jewellery boxes.
You are a jewel in my life and a diamond in my life.
Love you Sugar Plum.
Love Jeanne
So much fun to be head over heels!! Happy for Julie and her new found treasure!
How I love to check out your blog, photos, words, links, imaginations. I admire your art!
That top photo reminds me of being allowed to look through my grandmother’s jewelry box sometimes when I was a little girl…a good memory.
It was as if he was waiting for her…
She smiled shyly with ruby lips..
and allowed him to see her for the treasure she is..
Julie who?! My feelings are as mixed as that jumble of jewelry. And as always, you put them into poetic perspective.. (purposeful misspelling as fodder for Franca). What a glorious way to be outed!
ooo la la indeed!
I’m with DebR, this brings back so many memories of poking through my mother’s jewelry box and trying them on, pretending. Thanks for the smile 🙂
Niiiiice! Tell cousin to live it up! 🙂
🙂
The jewellery pieces are amazing, modern day jewellery cannot shine quite so brightly. Oh you are so lucky, the flea markets in France are magical!
What a romantic jewelry box. It reminds me of the hours spent going through my Parisian aunt’s jewelry boxes and necklaces hung on a carved bust of an African woman, the whole redolent of her favorite scent, Tabu.
(sadly, no mail yet)
xoxo
I love old costume jewelry – mostly for the children to play with … but sometimes to dress up big scarves or old jackets.
beautiful poem, beautiful pictures, beautiful everything. la vita è bella
Oh Corey, it is the season of jewelry boxes, isn’t it?
My goddaughter and I have lots of our things spread out all over the bed. We will swap a few items before the glimmering beauties are returned to their carved teak/satin pouched homes …
How do you think of things to say when posting beautiful images!!You never cease to amaze me with your poetic words..the pearls I’ll take!
i love all the links you add to your posts. i’m a big fan of the movie moulin rouge. i’ve read diane ackerman’s a natural history of the senses and loved it. this one about love looks fabulous too.
Everything you say is said with such flair……you talented lady you!!!!!
HOT! that’s what I have to say about that!
*sigh* and coming back for a second read 😉
xxx darlene
“She blushed coral.”
In love with your words, Corey.
take care, g
so romantic…kind of scary
chills up and down my spine…awesome, simply awesome!
sage
Corey your blog is just what I needed after a long day at work. What treasures there are in those photos. I just love them!! Thanks for making my eyes have a twinkle. 🙂
I enjoyed your playfulness with this, sparkling double entrendres.
nice as always Corey..
an passionate as much as romantic.. so it changes after the first hold huh??
enjoy..
Now that is the way to treat a lady…My husband swept me off my feet with loving words and little things that sparkle. My father did very much the same thing with my mother.
Those are the treasures you bring out and tell wonderful stories of your love.
A beautiful post as always my friend.
Hugs,
Connie
Corey, with the crazy life I have right now your words and photos are like the eden garden to my eyes …
thanks 🙂
Sofia
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