Frenchy Poem by anais vionet
Frenchy
Sometimes I stick out from my friends a bit - I think. It's the French in me. Americans have this excité-ment about things - that's, well, exhausting.
Sometimes, when friends are jumping about, they practically plead for my engagement. I think I have a genetic, French reticence, an observer gene.
True, I have my moments of bitter COVID lock-down angst but I'm doing better than some friends. Maybe because the French live slowly - life is just moments - once a moment has passed, it's gone.
I wait, in my secret gardens, like a cat on a settee, sipping small pleasures. The poet in me refuses to zone out - there are poems in the stillness.
It is a great charisma to be able to take a break from your routine, to just calm down and meditate. I could never imagine French people doing that. I thought they were people living fast. Your poem is splendid!
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4/25/2024 9:49:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The last two lines are marvelous! 'there are poems in the stillness' - loved this poetic observation, precociously coming from a talented teenager. The poem, so well written, deserves full marks and I gladly give it: 5 Stars *****! I recommend this poem to be selected as the 'Member Poem of the Day' for any day soon.