I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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5 August 2017

The Necessity of Being Specific














I pasted on my treasure map
the words ‘Bonjour Paris’
and a picture of the Eiffel Tower.

Be careful – not only what 
you wish for, but how! I dreamed
of visiting that legendary city, but

(this was already years ago) I never
went to Paris, walked those streets
nor drove ‘with the warm wind’ etc.

But treasure maps work! Backpacker son
surprised me one day that year, with
a phone call: ‘G’day! Guess where?’


This is a true story, but the illustration is not from my long-discarded treasure map (aka vision board) but a fabric detail photographed by Margaret Bednar who, in Artistic Interpretations at 'imaginary garden with real toads' invites us to choose one of several as inspiration.


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14 comments:

  1. S.E.Ingraham5 August 2017 at 13:53

    What's that old saying? What goes around comes around, I think. Maybe it does in one form or another. I love how this Paris story unfolded, Rosemary.

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  2. Linda Stevenson5 August 2017 at 14:20

    Nice...both ways

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  3. Old Egg5 August 2017 at 15:20

    That is so sad you never got there yourself Rosemary as I am sure your sons comments on the the City of light and love would entice you still more. Go on, there is still time.

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade5 August 2017 at 15:47

      But there isn't money. Besides, going there alone doesn't appeal.

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  4. Kerry O'Connor5 August 2017 at 19:38

    Isn't it funny how a picture will take you back! Sometimes the dream we hold dear is better than the reality.

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  5. Outlawyer5 August 2017 at 21:31

    So charming. I can picture and hear this. I love that you gave him an Aussie accent in the poem. k.

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade6 August 2017 at 07:14

      Well, we do really say "G'day". Besides, it means the same thing as "Bonjour" – which is the point.

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  6. Margaret6 August 2017 at 02:39

    I'm sure hearing about their adventures brought a lot of joy! enjoyed the accent as well :)

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  7. Sherry Blue Sky6 August 2017 at 03:54

    I love the title, lol. I, too, live out many fantasies through others' adventures..............

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  8. Sarah Russell6 August 2017 at 07:36

    I wish Paris for you, Rosemary. Someday. Some way. It's everything people say about it and more.

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  9. Anonymous6 August 2017 at 09:06

    An adventure more marvelous than Paris. Thank you

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  10. Paul John Dear6 August 2017 at 21:43

    Well at least your genes made it ;)

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  11. Anusha Das7 August 2017 at 01:03

    Wow so nice

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  12. Anonymous7 August 2017 at 10:29

    and sometimes our dreams are fullfilled by our children. Keep dreaming.

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