The wind is time boisterously unfolding
buffeting our lives
we are immersed in it
go through it, always
although we may not appreciate
the destination
sometimes it is still, quiet, like
those memories that are snapshots in your mind
sometimes it picks you up
throws you down splat
Paris never leaves you
nor does grief
Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond
The Cheesesellers Wife 
Yes! To all of this!
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Thanks!
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This speaks to me.
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This is beautiful, especvially your closing lines.
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Have you lived in Paris too? It hasn’t left me either, or the moments of grief.
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I used to work in Paris on a regular basis, so much so that the Steward on the Red-eye flight from Heathrow knew exactly how I liked my breakfast cooked……and my favourite champagne! And people assume that my career in Telecoms was boring…..
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You moved in a different sphere to me. Champagne! I sold gallons of it. Never got to drink much of it though :)
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Free Champagne on Business flights in the 1990s. Eventually the travel took its toll, and I found less glamourous (and less well rewarded ) work. But it was glorious for a while!
Not bad for a working class girl who’s Mother wanter her to work in a shop. ;)
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Ha ha! My mother would have liked to see me Prime Minister and I ended up working in a shop…
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😀
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Paris and grief are companions of that wind, I think – Beauty has no contour or fragrance without sorrow … Lovely poem.
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Beauty has no contour or fragrance without sorrow—— so beautifully put!
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I have always wanted to travel to Paris, a dream not yet realized and now I fear it will never happen. So, the grief is real.
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I long to visit Istanbul, almost got there in March 2020……
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What a great poem. I love the last stanza. It is so very, very true.
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Thank you Suzanne.
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