Poetry in Fiction, Samples – Slumming in Paris Part Three, Boys & Girls in Paris

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Poetry in Fiction, Samples – Slumming in Paris Part Three, With the Children
Boys & Girls in Paris

Third in Series, Poetry in Fiction

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24,912 Story Words.

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Linked to dVersePoets OpenLinkNight # 120, hosted by Joseph Hesch

Joe discusses his own search and methods of capturing inspired creativity :

“Lately I’ve been wondering about making a verbal note into the recorder of my iPhone. It’s bad enough, though, that I look back at these breathless bits of creative clay I scratched into a notebook when I finally get around to drafting the silly verse, but to actually hear the breathless intonations and ‘Hold on, Mollie’s’ would be a little too much to take.”

Mollie is his walking companion pet.  But you’ll need to read the whole prompt, very worthwhile. 😉

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Adan

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Poetry in Fiction, Beginning a New Series of Posts

In my previous posts in this series, I found a mixture of easy to find and hard to produced samples of poetry in my fiction.

My challenge here was choose from which selection in this book.  Part Three of the Slumming in Paris series has a lot going on.  This selection is one of the quieter moments. 😉

The poetry conversion itself was minimal, mostly choosing what feeling I wanted, which then dictated the line breaks.  A few words were left out, but not many.

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Fiction & Poetry, Pros & Cons

It’s kinda ironic that, the strength I see most in each, is in its context.

The fiction excerpt has much more power in its context within thousands of other words to give it associated meaning.

And the poetry rendition of that excerpt, gains its power, from its opening to whatever it is the reader brings to the lines. Isolated from everything, except the reader.

I like both. 🙂

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Slumming in Paris, Part Three, With the Children – Boys & Girls in Paris

Chapter : Balcony Views

Fiction

In the beauty of the rare sunny Parisian winter afternoon, and having rested, the whole family browsed windows along Blvd St Germain. They wore and adjusted their new scarves. And with every impulse of their movements, in each shimmer in the passing windows, the sun and clouds sparkled tosses of their scarf tails across the glass, flicking their cares to the soon setting sun.

Simone and Tabitha stretched brief pauses before the mirror-glass.

Dancing. Giggling.

Holding their arms askew, mingling their reflections with the bare trees’ limbs. Seeing the light breeze flick their hair in wisps like the last leaves on the trees behind them. Blending, merging, with the stoic mannequins staring from inside the displays. For an instant, in the sun’s last soft glitters, the girls felt a fleeing warmth wedge an understanding deep within their hearts, connecting outside and inside, the twin worlds of a patient Paris.

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Poetry

In the beauty of the rare sunny Parisian winter afternoon

having rested

the whole family browsed

windows along Blvd St Germain.

They wore and adjusted their new scarves.

And with every impulse of their movements

in each shimmer in the passing windows

the sun and clouds sparkled tosses

their scarf tails across the glass

flicking cares

to the soon setting sun.

Simone and Tabitha

stretched

brief pauses

before the mirror-glass.

Dancing. Giggling.

Holding their arms askew

mingling their reflections with the bare trees’ limbs.

Seeing the light breeze flick their hair in wisps

– last leaves

on the trees behind them.

Blending, merging, with the stoic

mannequins

staring.

For an instant

in the sun’s last soft glitters

the girls felt a fleeing warmth

wedge an understanding

deep within their hearts

connecting outside and inside

the twin worlds of a patient Paris.

© felipe adan lerma

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Related Posts :

Processing My Fiction – Are the Number of Story Words the New Page Number?

Processing My Fiction : Referencing Other Stories Within Your Story, An Example

Slumming in Paris, With the Children – Parts 2 – 8 : Chapter Titles

Poetry in Fiction, Samples – Rendezvous, at Place Saint-Michel

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5 Responses to Poetry in Fiction, Samples – Slumming in Paris Part Three, Boys & Girls in Paris

  1. Pingback: Gifts from Paris – Original Signed Photos, Matted Mounted 8 x 10s | Felipe Adan Lerma

  2. brian miller says:

    nice…you trimmed a bit…i think you could have trimmed a bit more on the poetry side…but it is def easy to see…i def would love to visit paris sometime…maybe someday…until then i will keep viewing through your poems….

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    • i’m glad you can see a little of paris in my work, it’s an amazing place, not sure even when i can go back, but would if i could 😉 you’d love it, so much to absorb, and your family, wife & kids, would too, great place for families or couples, thanks brian 😉

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  3. claudia says:

    smiles… i can clearly see them…you know…ahhh…have to go back… i think i got a paris infection that day i went there… uncureable….smiles

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    • a paris infection, yes indeed! 😉 our visit with you was so brief claudia, but sheila still speaks of it fondly, hope you’re doing well, a young one gone far off for a bit i think – children, our more permanent “inflections” on the heart 😉

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