Paris doesn’t need the sun today
as traffic inches beneath a sky, slate grey,
and ducks silently convene
on the Seine, dark green,
and pedestrians jog and stride along the quai.
Paris doesn’t need the sun today
it’s golden warmth–un peu chiche;
No, it’s a moody mood
just above a brood
that holds the city in it’s cloud-covered sway.
Paris doesn’t need the sun today
it’s quite content without giddy play;
a thoughtful pause and pose–
coffee just beneath my nose–
and familiar faces in a warm cafe.
No, Paris doesn’t need the sun today
perhaps tomorrow, the newspapers say,
les journaux quite thin in size
with big, thick print for Parisian eyes
who’ve seen too much of history’s wonton way.
No, Paris doesn’t need the sun today.
- BGT
Orator fit, poeta nascitur!
Very nice!
Thank you, sir! – BGT
Very nice indeed. It reminds me of “that” summertime atmosphere. A dramatic sky with the occasional burst of sunlight. It’s amazing for photography, but the mood is even better. People go inside and there is a calm before the storm. In a local café, a coffee, a chat, new friendships.
Looking forward to more Paris-inspired poetry.
Merci beaucoup, JL. – BGT
Nice, but I think maybe you mean wanton, not wonton.
Thank you, Jamie. My grammar is sometimes left, well, wanting… ? – BGT