Open Poetry #43 |
The City of Lights |
martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
The cobblestone streets were slick that night looking down from that hotel room drifting off to where his soul had seemed to slip sitting there under the amber glow of iron girders he waited in silence surrounded by a whirl of carousel lights no thoughts of she and the train that awaited him wandering down the long canal staff in hand to ward off wayward gypsies and ghosts of forelorn lovers no thought frought to murmur anything but numbness sipping thoughts of the Seine and the city he loves still whispered on walls |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Another traveller that brings intensely beautiful, melancholic impressions and imagery. Great job. Love, Margherita |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
I am always in for something special when I read you. You have a knack for setting the scene as well as stirring emotions of the heart. I can dig your pen name, and I do so enjoy your poetry. |
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poddarku Senior Member
since 2008-01-15
Posts 589india |
The time is to travel and let us travelers beatthe time. clever talks delay friendship! |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
martiniat8 - beautiful imagery in this write. Well written... BC |
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martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
Thank you all for your lovely comments, this is why I post here. Y'all are great, seriously! |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
very intriguing i liked |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo Martiniat8, I've always felt very much at home in Paris. It's much like Philadelphia, with our cobblestone streets, and dark alleys. If you’re lonesome for Paris, visit Philadelphia. Bobby |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
"wandering down the long canal staff in hand to ward off wayward gypsies and ghosts of forelorn lovers no thought frought to murmur anything but numbness" ...what a cool stanza...a lovely blend of intrigue and ambience...going back to read it again |
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