Post more comments
Want a gift card for being active Forum member? Post comments and win $25 gift card every week.
Rules:
PoemHunter.com will be giving away Amazon.com gift cards (worth $75 in total) every week to first three members ($25 each) who participate most in our forum discussions. You just have to post comments on forum pages, poet pages or poem pages anywhere inside PoemHunter.com
Comments posted needs to be in different pages. Posting more than 1 comment on the same page will only be counted once.
Members can not post comments without being logged in.
PoemHunter.com has the right to cancel or edit this contest.
PoemHunter.com has a right to disqualify or ban member(s) without providing any type of reason, belief or proof in regards to any type of illegal activity or fraud.

Guy Peppin

(1982 / Sydney, Australia)

Paris


City of light and soft blue rain
momentary joy, driven sadness
you see we are here after all!
Paris of all worlds where we might
day and night be strong, because
luckily, love is incurable madness.
Paris for it's joy and despair
For all you had given to, and for,
and lost in Paris, we did, remaining
here in this old hotel apartment
caring nothing for the view, the weather
like a French teacher on your English tongue
doing this and that, to what and whom
like Prevert, the smell of your burned desires
three matches lit, one by one in the night
the first to see your face in its entirety
the second to see just your eyes
the last to see your bowed lips
and then, then complete darkness
to remind me of all you said to me
the slow clack of heels on cobblestones
along the river, the talking wounded
discarded Trojans, the pavement
like moist sheets beneath our bodies
my heart confessed insatiable
hankering for Love's unspoken avenues
an evening bird trapped in its charms
street by street we explored this city
like a flower, but in the end I realised
I didn't need to explore anything
but you the wife of Menelaus who
runs off with Paris, confident I'm Paris
I am no prince and have no riches
I seek my fortune in a love like this
kiss me my darling, share blessings
in each and every tender, even though
each one curses our stolen love forever
and brings down pictures, and the walls
they hang on, a café somewhere,
a starry night, quiet sleeps as
twilight diminishes, our last day
where can I put my last hope when
all the white doves are dirtied
and soundless neighbours, await tonight
a small revolution, waiting for the change,
at the dawn of a new day.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 02, 2012
Edited: Monday, May 14, 2012

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Paris by Guy Peppin )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. The Obligation Of Friendship, Edgar Albert Guest
  2. The Finer Thought, Edgar Albert Guest
  3. Things That Haven't Been Done Before, Edgar Albert Guest
  4. A Vow, Edgar Albert Guest
  5. Loving memories, Elena Sandu
  6. An Easy World, Edgar Albert Guest
  7. A Prayer, Edgar Albert Guest
  8. Gratitude, Edgar Albert Guest
  9. The Eternal Poet, Sandra Feldman
  10. Challenge, Edgar Albert Guest

Poem of the Day

poet Algernon Charles Swinburne

I hid my heart in a nest of roses,
Out of the sun's way, hidden apart;
In a softer bed than the soft white snow's is,
Under the roses I hid my heart.
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]