< A walk Along the Seine >

[Avalive]

< A walk Along the Seine >

Seine senses December's tang
Faint faint is the sun
Farewell Mayan travellers
A thousand face
Each becomes a song

Take a picture of a ripple
Cloud invades the flows
Grandfather waits for a son
A lady coughs in smoke
Drops the dog-end
Seine hurts

A fish without a home
Orphan sobs
A warm window is too high above
Is there a heaven in it
Orphan weeps Seine's tears
Motherhood in need

A door in between
Two lovers' itchy hearts
9 pm 5 hundred yard
A date at The Seine's bank

A silver wedding in snow
Seine's miracle on show
Snow flakes fall fall in frenzy
Bury Norman's lonely sails

I am up and snow is down
Fly fly wings spread
Embrace dark embrace the dawn
Paramour's smile
Shy shy, Seine turns to be gone

Where is Paris
A garden for Cupid's nap
Seine leads the way

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[den]

Thanks for sharing.

[Avalive]

Thanks for ur time
I like to write poems or whatever about nature and places. <the Seine> is one of my own fav.

[den]

Do you live in France or have you been there? I've been a number of times, I love driving through the countryside though, Paris has so many wonderful aspects too. The Seine there is kinda dirty, but it's surroundings are lovely.

[Avalive]

It might sound ridiculous but it's true. I can hardly write a place if I really live there. The most beautiful thing only comes from the imagination or fantasy. I never been in Paris before. I read about it,I saw pics,then ....So the poem is actually a fake from my mind.

[den]

I don't think it's ridiculous at all!

I think (I hope) you meant it is an image in your mind, snapshot, or feelings evoked by something you read or have seen. We all have our own `filters' of perception, so there is hardly anything `fake' in our minds when it comes to poetry. In my opinion ...

[Suetang]

I have been along the Seine and it is all you described and more. Thanks for the read.

Take care...........Sue

[Avalive]

Originally posted by Suetang
I have been along the Seine and it is all you described and more. Thanks for the read.

Take care...........Sue

So, it proves that Imagination has spirit itself...