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i have sentences that slip through my mind and disappear before i can write the words. they drift in and around, draped between my thinking and my doing. tonight i was walking out of the bookstore. it was about 10.30. the streets were dark and wet from a simpering rain. lights coming from locked stores. the smells of tobacco and diesel and rain woven into one scent. for a moment i had paris in my veins. an empty candlelit bistro. a purposeful step on a dark dreamy street. and my mind bustling with words and images wrapped in ideas. the paris years for me were full of burgeoning ideas that felt huge and marvelous. that i had the luxury to explore and the youthfulness to leave unfinished. distracted by the next idea. these were the wonder years that cocooned my puzzling ideas, leaving me with only one regret and a lifetime of fuel. 
i have sentences that slip through my mind and disappear before i can write the words. they drift in and around, draped between my thinking and my doing. tonight i was walking out of the bookstore. it was about 10.30. the streets were dark and wet from a simpering rain. lights coming from locked stores. the smells of tobacco and diesel and rain woven into one scent. for a moment i had paris in my veins. an empty candlelit bistro. a purposeful step on a dark dreamy street. and my mind bustling with words and images wrapped in ideas. the paris years for me were full of burgeoning ideas that felt huge and marvelous. that i had the luxury to explore and the youthfulness to leave unfinished. distracted by the next idea. these were the wonder years that cocooned my puzzling ideas, leaving me with only one regret and a lifetime of fuel. 
So beautifully expressed. Like a prose poem. Sweet picture.
ReplyDeletei feel i still live unfinished... and is no good when the youthfulness is gone... oh! my god! early morning sadness is a very bad thing!
ReplyDeletei can picture you there in Paris. with your head full of thoughts and ideas! you are there Annette. on that path were at least
some of them are becoming your reality : )
goodnight my firend
I'm happy these sentences did not disappear before you wrote them down.
ReplyDeletedemie....not everything is meant to be finished. sometimes only a portion of the idea is all that ever was meant to be.
ReplyDeleteLovely words to start my day with....
ReplyDeleteThat regret will keep me curious;)
yes Annette... i have been thinking about it all day... your regret...
ReplyDeleteI suppose I can write a little post about it tonight when I get home from the studio. I'm making a quilt right now. I'll need to clear my head and write.
ReplyDeleteoh this post makes me so homesick.. beautifully written.
ReplyDeletexo sandra
I never thought about the parts of my life that were left unfinished. I'm sure there were reasons why...I just never looked back to see.
ReplyDeleteKris