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Walking in Paris
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dVerse Poets Pub : A French Twist For Quatorze Juillet
hosted by K, aka ManicDDaily, also a/k/a Karin Gustafson
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from and of the french is all around us!
today’s prompt celebrates exploring what french is for us in our own lives on today, Bastille Day
as ms K puts it,
“the three watchwords of the French revolutionaries celebrated today–Liberté, Fraternité and Egalité (Freedom, Brotherhood/Sisterhood, and Equality). These are also, to some degree, watchwords here at dVerse….”
this is a fun prompt, with lots of examples of things french, especially poetry, including the sound of french in poetry -
and having visited paris once, just over a decade ago, it nice to feel the memories still move…
i hope you enjoy this small poem, oui?
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Walking in Paris
the
lady, a native
parisian (was obvious)
smiled, amused, i was pointing
taking photos of planters in windows
so much everyday for her
yet
so many flowers
and
eagerness for color
and light
for us
at
night
lights on the streets
in the shops and along the
branches of trees lining the walks
mirrored
the planters, flowers for
day
shinings at night
the
same city
warm
in scents of caresses
heartbeats, touched with new love
© 2012 felipe adan lerma
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namaste´- con dios – god be with you
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You’ve been to Paris, you’re so lucky! I enjoyed the irony you depict of taking picture of flowers,mthat everyday reality so humdrum for the inhabitant, so enchanting for the outsider.
so much history and so much irony and so much beauty in that city, the last few days began to see some of the skies artists moan for
The windows in Paris, for me, told stories. When I lived there (long ago) you could fill in a lot about the lives of the persons in the little flats…laundry, sheets airing out the windows…and you could look in a catch a glimpse of their everyday. This was in the 19eme arrondissement, not the Paris of tourists. Fun jouney, Filipe.
we only caught glimpses of the outer arrondissements, something we’d like to see more of
thanks victoria
There are such wonderful flowers, and you capture that light and color and the French smugness so beautifully. k.
thanks K.
it was fun thinking back to paris!
the wonder of adventuring =)
there is something to exploring, even on a tiny level
we look fwd to more later this year
this reminded me a bit of sydney.. i was there for just a month and my way to work took me across harbour bridge…first time i was glued to the window, speechless, breathless and after a few days it became everyday…just like for the woman who lives in paris.. nice texture to this felipe.. def. need to go back to paris again
oh yes, we look fwd to making at least one more trip before, if we went, they’d have to hoist us into the gondolas (if we made it to venice)
Lovely poem and shape! I especially like this line: “so much everyday for her”. Things can be either new or boring to each of us… Seeing things with new eyes is a good experiment. I guess it was for this lady at least!
thanks so much for stopping by
it seems that “sometimes” just doing a poem on something gives me “new eyes” -
always, as you say (and i agree) “a good experiment”
smiles….love the visuals…and the woman who lives there for whom it has become familiar but to you it is magic…the scents of caresses…cool turn of phrase there….really nice closure on this sir….
thank you brian, had to struggle to stay awake to get that ending, turned it over and over til it finally felt right
no quick brain-blast on this one