Parisian Poem

Today I’m sharing a poem that I wrote a while back after returning from a trip to Paris.

The last time I sat at your feet

oh, great Tour Eiffel…

we sat- clock stopped- and sipped

French bubbles on your damp lawn

reflecting twinkly lights

watching the boys burst

in laughter

with your sparkle in their eyes,

my love’s,

and mine.

I remembered the time before that when we celebrated by the Seine-

fireworks bursting and

oh, your twinkling-

leaving trails

of smoke and memories.

Today,

sitting at your feet,

the sips were just as sweet- though the bubbles

were disguised as  joe-to-go

and thousands of people crowded

this tiny theme park corridor 

hoping for a glimpse of your grandeur.

Dreaming worlds away….

If only they knew how tall you really stand.

the deep place you hold in my heart.

……sigh

but still, for today

our time stands

the people fade

and perhaps our eyes still carry your twinkle.

We laugh bubbles.

I  am-  we are- again, and always-

under your grandeur.

 

Written for Day 3

Photo Credit: ThemeParkMedia via Compfight cc

Buen Viaje! ~Jen