{"id":548,"date":"2010-06-14T23:35:33","date_gmt":"2010-06-14T23:35:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=548"},"modified":"2017-07-11T05:26:15","modified_gmt":"2017-07-11T05:26:15","slug":"remembered-village-by-lydia-leroy-williams-r-leroy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/remembered-village-by-lydia-leroy-williams-r-leroy\/","title":{"rendered":"Remembered Village by Lydia LeRoy-Williams"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Lydia R. LeRoy<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Remembered Village<\/h2>\n

My cob webbed mind
\ngave way to us again,<\/p>\n

me, bathing
\nin a Parisian pool
\nwhile you glance
\nat me over your
\nRumi,
\nsipping wine
\nand speaking lyrically
\nof beaming light,
\nmoons, and
\nhappy memories.<\/p>\n

Awakening to sunlight,
\nlaughing, weightless
\nacross our room.<\/p>\n

Exploring cobblestone byways,
\nold bakeries in full swing,
\nthe sweet nectar from
\na nearby cafe’
\nmingling with our senses.
\nPoetry, melodies, and
\npainted muses,
\nthoughts of us
\ntogether again.<\/p>\n

Rainy days spent under
\nwooden awnings,
\nwith umbrellas bouncing
\naround the streets.<\/p>\n

The bright lights of night
\nbring our glasses clinging,
\na toast to once again.<\/p>\n

Lydia R. LeRoy-Williams is a freelance writer, poet, and in the midst of her first novel. Her work has appeared in the Quill Books,? A Time to Be Free;Lulu.com; Beginnings, A Magazine for the Novice Writer; The Idaho Press Tribune; Log Cabin Literary Centers, Standing; and The Coyote, Albertson College of Idaho’s Newspaper.?? She is a wife, mother, and lover of all things kind and romantic.<\/p>\n

You can get more information about Lydia at her websites:<\/p>\n

http:\/\/lydiawilliamswritenow.blogspot.com\/<\/a><\/p>\n

http:\/\/www.elance.com\/s\/edit\/lydiarwilliams\/<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Remembered Village My cob webbed mind gave way to us again, me, bathing in a Parisian pool while you glance at me over your Rumi, sipping wine and speaking lyrically of beaming light, moons, and happy memories. Awakening to sunlight, laughing, weightless across our room. Exploring cobblestone byways, old bakeries in full swing, the sweet…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[123,428,122],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-548","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-123","category-inspirational-poems","category-contemporary"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t