La Tour Eiffel Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

La Tour Eiffel

Rating: 2.3


So, I look down from liberating heights
into the boulevard of a French morning.
And for those doubting Thomases, not gallic:
Yes, it does sway, enough to squeeze your sphincter.
'How would it be', the question comes unbidden
to take le leap, would one float so serenely
that scenery appreciation busies all my senses.
Would there be fear or joy or rank indifference,
perhaps regret and flagellation of the self?
And would I, while descending, passing gawkers now
be saying to myself 'so far we're fine'?

By now, the sway has graduated past the usual,
perhaps it will, as its proud builder once predicted,
soon topple over, wiping out La Place, Des Rues,
and saving me the trouble of that dash of courage.

The sun is setting on historic Place de Gaulle,
a gentle breeze brings les odeurs from les croissants.
La nuit is urging all the faithful to complete
the day's activities, and think of Beaujolais.
A happy family indeed that I look down on,
though no one knows or pays, but scant, attention.
The wind has lied to kiss an early night,
I need to jump to stop embarrassing my soul,
and thus raise leading leg to mount the ochre rail,
when, from the rafters comes a scary shadow, colour noir,
a manysplendoured crow descends, lands on my thigh.
And then the words come out of weathered, yellow beak:
'Mon bon Monsieur', it was enough for me to turn.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sandra Osborne 23 February 2005

Beautiful, Excellent. One of the best poems I have ever read, period. Damn you a tallented man.10+++

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Rich Hanson 23 February 2005

Made me feel I was there, sway and all. Well done.

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Herbert Nehrlich1 23 February 2005

Monsieur Lawrence: Merci! I haven't heard anything as nice as this in 18 days. If not more. Sandra is on the female side, they do have a distinct advantage in loveliness. H

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Herbert Nehrlich1 23 February 2005

Okay, Michael Eagleeye, found two, is busies the other one? How do you spell that busys? Wait until I find the first one in yours...... H

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Lenchen Elf 23 February 2005

'The wind has lied to kiss an early night, I need to jump to stop embarrassing my soul, ' What can I say, I wish I'd written those lines: -)

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Herbert Nehrlich1 23 February 2005

Sandra, what can I say? Your words are bagbalm for my soul. Thank you so much! H

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