Contest: Help name…

As some of you know, I have been writing/publishing two blogs for the past two and a half years: http://foundinfrance@wordpress.com and https://poetryphotosandmusingsohmy.wordpress.com

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What most of you are not aware of, I have previously published two collections of poetry and have two more in the works (early stages). In addition, I have recently begun my first novel.

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At this time, I would like to find a fitting name for my business. So far, a few ideas have come up:

*Lavender Press

*Press de Tournesol/Sunflower Press

*Corbières (something) Press or (something) Corbières Press

The Corbières is the heart of the wine region where I live and where my heart found a home. Did I mention I love our local red wines? If you follow Found in France, or visit, you will have seen a number of posts from this region with photos. It should reflect the area, the work or both. The selected name will relate to the work I do and my love of France and/or my location. If you are familiar with Poetry photos and musings oh my, you will have some information about some of my other work. SUBMISSIONS NEED NOT BE IN FRENCH.

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While I have no prize to offer at this time, my dear friend Christine reminds me, “if people only want to offer suggestions if there is a prize then I say those offerings aren’t worthy!” It will earn my gratitude and mention on the blogs and can include the link to your own blog.

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For real inspiration, visit Christine at: http://journeyintopoetry.wordpress.com and Carly Jay at: http://bruisesyoucantouch.com

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Bisous,

Léa

 

 

Nothing like Paris

“In France we have a saying, “Joie de vivre,’ which actually doesn’t exist in the English language. It means looking at your life as something that is to be taken with great pleasure and enjoy it.”   –  Mireille Guiliano

“When I was a child and they burned me out of my home, I was frightened and I ran away. Eventually I ran far away. It was to a place called France. Many of you have been there, and many have not. But I must tell you, ladies and gentlemen, in that country I never feared. It was like a fairyland place.”   –  Josephine Baker

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Nothing like Paris

There is nothing

Like Paris

But the explosion

Red on purple

On gold

Sunsets along

The bastide

Of Saint Malo

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Nothing is

Like Paris

Save the winding

River

Tower Bridge

de Cahors

le diable

Watches us

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There is nothing

Like Paris

Unless you visit

Narbonne

Soak up the sun

Near Place de ville

Reach out and

Touch or

Walk upon

Via Domita

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Nothing is like

Paris

Yet

Collioure’s jewels

Dazzled Cézanne,

Picasso, and now me

Precious stone colors

Hover at the foot

Of the Pyrenees

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Nothing is like

Paris

Each of

France’s treasures

Priceless jewels

And must be

Explored, discovered

Its riches

Precious

As you find them

Leave the guidebook

Then you must

Open your eyes,

Your mind and your

Heart

Your reward to find

La belle

France

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Bisous,

Léa

Un café s’il vous plaît

“A different language is a different vision of life.”   – Federico Fellini

“The sum of human wisdom is not contained in any one language.”  

– Ezra Pound

“A man who does not know a foreign language is ignorant of his own.”

– Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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Un café s’il vous plaît

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Most mornings

I

Start the same

Un petit noir

Deux fois

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Aujourd’hui

Making my pilgrimage

Despite pouring rain, et

Vent violents

My new umbrella

Turned inside

Out

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Le journal à lire

People to greet

Chatting vigilantly

With the new-found

Tongue – as if

Trying it on for

Size

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Se réprimander

Unsure at times

If I am grammatically

Correct

Yet eager to

Améliorez

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Risqué du rire

Armed to laugh

At myself

Never one to stop

And test the waters

Je plonge dans la tête

D’abord

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Laughing at

Myself

I will return tomorrow

Practicing, stumbling,

Learning

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Bisous,

Léa

Salon de thé à Narbonne

“So long as you have food in your mouth, you have solved all the questions for the time being.”  –  Franz Kafka

“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.   –  J.R.R. Tolkien

“Too many people just eat to consume calories. Try dining for a change.”  –  John Walters

 

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Salon de thé à Narbonne

The tourists

Have arrived

Les cafés with shade

Draw the largest crowd

Salade Garesh

Poulet au curry

Mango – yaourt (yogurt)

Cucumber sauce

Trois tables

Occupied by the

French

Close by

English and

Dutch

Tongues flutter

Le menu ten euros

Tarte sallée

Ou  Salade Garesh

Verre de vin

Café

You finally comprehend

A shorter lunch

Would be barbaric

Bisous,

Léa

Le Rêve

“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest.”  – Oscar Wilde

“All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.”  – T. E. Lawrence

“The most pitiful among men is he who turns his dreams into silver and gold.”  – Khalil Gibran

le rêve

what is?

what was

the dream?

did it look

feel

taste

like this?

was it here?

were these people

in the dream?

since earliest

childhood

i knew that i

needed to leave

needed out

escape?

NO, to be where

i BELONGED

for the very

first time

along the way

there was some travel

and existing in other states

california, new york even

the mid-west

summers in

canada

seattle and more

none of them were

home

later travels

to england

holland, belgium

thailand, vietnam

each filled with

delight and

wonder

albeit

lacking

throughout this

journey my

internal compass

drew me to

europe

was it because

roots were there

yet there never were

any roots

until

i came to

FRANCE

finding home

belonging

despite fledgling

tongue

a knowing

before i

arrived

coming home

dreams can

and do

come

true

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bisous,

léa

Directions

“Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined.”  – Henry David Thoreau

“To know when to go away and when to come closer is the key to any lasting relationship.”  – Doménico Cieri Estrada

“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose. You’re on your own, and you’ll know what you know. And you are the guy who’ll decide where to go.”  – Dr. Seuss

“Any intelligent fool can make things bigger and more complex… It takes a touch of  genius – and a lot of courage to move in the opposite direction.”  – Albert Einstein

Directions

There are not

Directions

No one can tell me

How to get where I am going

I

Am the first to go

My way

Others

May have taken

Similar paths

A map

Cannot show me

The way

Signs along the way

Mark someone else’s

Journey

Don’t tell me

Which way to go

For that is your path

A detour

It will take me

Out of my way

Delaying my arrival

I will not see

All

That you have seen

I will see more

And less

And all that I encounter

Is exactly

What I need

To get to my

Destination

Do not follow me

You would lose

Your

Self

Bisous,

 Léa

Résonance de la vie

“The leaves of memory seemed to make
A mournful rustling in the dark.”
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Résonance de la vie

They say

Hearing is the last sense

To close down

As we die

I have always had

Sensitive hearing

Will the echo of

The flames

Lapping at me

Carry me off

From this life

To what lies

Ahead

Résonance

Of a child’s cry

The lover’s threat

Crashing of waves

Ricochet

Accompany me now

And evermore

Better the laughter

And tears

Than no sounds

At all

Bisous,

Léa

Skagit Valley: Tulip Festival

During a visit to my cousin who lives in Everett Washington, she took me to the Tulip Festival in the Skagit Valley. On the drive up there, I thought about the possibilities; floral arrangements, a few fields of Tulips and how lovely they would be. Perhaps a photo or two would be in order. However, I was not quite prepared for how beautiful it actually was.

From 1-30 April each year, hundreds of thousands make the journey to witness this annual celebration of spring. With a backdrop of the North Cascade you will not lack for things to do.  Besides, the photos were too pretty to waste! Thanks for indulging me.

Bisous, Léa

Cours français

“No man can be a good teacher unless he has feelings of warm affection toward his pupils and a genuine desire to impart to them what he believes to be of value.” – Bertrand Russell

Cours français

Serge

Serge’s eyes twinkle

As he drills us

Conjugating

Je donne

Tu donne

Il donne

Nous donnons

And on

He gives

We receive

His love of teaching

His love of Country

Of words

Bisous,

Léa

Birds of Prey – Saigon

This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness.
– Dalai Lama

birds of prey

the priest and huyen

sit across from the dying mother-in-law

tham, she is Buddhist

and afraid

they smell the rotting meat

of fear

tham is afraid to die

the priest –  eager to convert her

in her time of fear

they hover eagerly

will she take their bait?

a precaution added insurance for

her journey

leaving it behind

whatever use it might be

discarded in a heap with silken pajamas

left behind

as she crosses through the final exit

what remains of 53 years

of traditions

rituals handed down

from her ancestors

will they pick those

bones clean

they chant as they recite the beads

and count her among those caught

in their net

Bisous,

Léa