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I hope you do not mind me posting this Merlin, your wonderful poem brought this back to me :)
The Métro
The heat from the métro
affects me every time
and once again I’m lost
in stained jeans,
leaning back on
smoked tile walls
sharing a cigarette
between the four of us.
Stéphanne who marched
and got his face on the
front of the Paris Match,
Aurelion a reluctant
Aristo trying hard to
conceal his bourgeois roots.
Then there was Madeleine,
so beautiful that no one
would believe she died
at only 33 years of age;
I saw here a week before,
face as pale as
her lungs were black.
I am only here for business
sanitised in haute couture,
I buy a ‘croque monsieur�?BR>from a guy that could,
if I closed my eyes
be you.
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Takes Me Back i could almost taste the emmental on the croque.... |
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A haunting poem, I sensed a wish for olden days, as opposed to 'sanitised' new ones Jen  |
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Thanks Mark, I can't get away from the foodie image lol x
Thanks Kayano, I been having problems getting boxes up to reply - think msn are determined to drive me even more nuttier than I am - thanks for the comment :)
Thanks Jen, I think you're right there - I've never been over keen on manicured lives :)
Emma x
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Certainly not, Emma.  I'm pleased if it brought this to mind. A powerfull mental image. Places and smells can bring back such strong recollections. There's a gentle sadness in this... (I've been having a few problems posting also...) Merlin |
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Thanks Merlin, I'm so pleased you understand - This poem has always meant a lot to me and your poem just brought all the feelings back into how I feel of this poem - for me places and smells are so evocative of things
Msn is driving me totally doodah at the moment - I try and reply and a box comes up but stays white and I can't do anything. Its been better today but still taking me a while aaarghhhhhhh lol
Emma x
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| A poignant poem,Emma! Reminds me all the way back to my student days in Paris! |
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Thank you Philip, I hope your student days were happy ones :)
Emma
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| I think I made too many mistakes in my student days,Emma,for me to call it a happy time of my life. On the other hand,what I learned from my mistakes laid the foundation for much more happy times later,and a very happy time of life for me now. Looking back at my time in Paris,there were some great highlights,which could only come about in a city so magical and vibrant as Paris. I certainly availed myself of the Paris theatre and music scene,and made some good cosmopolitan friendships. A parisienne took a liking to me,and it was fun getting to see the city through her eyes. |
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gorgeous vivid write StellaR |
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Emma, you took my breath away! |
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Thank you Stella and Poetess for your encouraging comments :)
Emma x
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| | From:  Zydha | Sent: 10/9/2008 1:16 AM |
I have read this super piece`a number of times, Emma, and the ambiance is captivating, so enjoyable to read...I just keep coming back, Zy |
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Thanks Zy, sorry for the late reply, glad you liked :) Emma x |
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Nothing left for me to say, it has all been said... All I can add to it is "awesome write" Mariaxx |
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