Even on the tarmac of a dingy backwater, behind shops
selling plastic gnomes and three packs of scissors for a pound, you can find
beauty. I’ve not been looking too hard at what surrounds me for a while and
beauty is easily missed. I don’t know why I’ve had my eyes closed a little.
Maybe I’ve become jaded, but I’m not finding as much wonder in the world as I
used to.
There was a time where I went out of my way to be cynical
and hard in my dealings. These days I try very had to work against my natural
cynicism (or is it learnt?) and fight off my instinct to bite. It isn’t very
easy, I’m still often there with the wilting remark and pointed jibe. Of course
it’s all Rick Blaine’s fault, hard bitten rake and roué that he was, but even Rick
turned out to be a good guy with a heart in the fog of the airport.
“We’ll always have Paris .”
Perhaps, that’s it. Perhaps I’ve been lost in the fog and
forgotten just how much Paris
there is all around us; like these beautiful autumn leaves. They’re fit to
grace the boulevard of the autumnal Champs-Élysées aren’t they? What a wonderful life it
can be if you only look - and look, I found a pocketful of autumn blown into a concrete
corner on the tarmac behind the pound shop. Just look at all those colours in a patch of urban wilderness for anyone to see if only we can open our eyes.
Karen Scrace on FB
ReplyDeleteYou're such a poet & old romantic underneath that cynicism! X
Andrew Height
DeleteEven so I sometimes despair at the things I miss. xx
Karen Scrace
DeleteWe all do it Andrew. We never live in the moment enough. Wonder what it is about Autumn leaves though - they have always fascinated me x
Tricia Kitt on FB
ReplyDeletelove the title - on World Poetry Day
Andrew Height
DeleteHa ha - We are the world (Michael Jackson, rhymes with Mackeson)