Thomas Hooker


The Promenade - Poem by Thomas Hooker

The evening was cool and the light favorable,
as we strolled the promenade along the Seine,
the cafes and cathedrals pitch
their aesthetics, while the tourists
stand out to the nuevo natives.
Paris is not only home to history,
the common, modern day people,
the substitute people, from a lost generation.

I feel the late afternoon rays streaming down,
it accentuates the mood as the light shadows
play games against the sun.
Today Saint Germaine and Notre Dame will
read as fiction, it is all too perfect,
walking towards destiny,
where life blurs the line's of fate
and the music I hear,
awakes the sleeping muse.

Topic(s) of this poem: paris

Form: Prose Poem


Poet's Notes about The Poem

A memory of walking in Paris in the late afternoon sun.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 29, 2015



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