couleur des yeux: marron

notre dame, paris / pic by c. schoenfeld

notre dame, paris / pic by c. schoenfeld

.

you should never trust a scene
that seems all too tranquil, like
Paris between rain and sunshine,
& la Seine, winding lazily and shimmering
to the feet of well, a woman, (she looks
german or italian), and a lovely couple,
tourists probably– american,

i’m dressed in black,
drink café au lait in a place,
not far from Saint-Germain-des-Prés
marvel at stain glass windows
in a 12th century church with contacts
that i met some minutes back,
all peaceful, but

i’m on a mission, and late–

oh you should promenade
the streets of Paris, mingling with
Monet, Napoleon & Hemingway, inhale
l’esprit du capitale d’amour, bask
in her christmas lights– i run,
fall off the metro shaft,
M1 direction– di Ré Ction–??? mon dieu–
ahh– la défense– jump on the train,

only to wait hours on the messenger–
see, this is what it is about–

running, waiting, watching, listening,
soft clack clack of typing on the keyboard,
busy conversations on the phone in french,
i pick up bits and pieces, fill the blanks–
the printer slides state documents
across its glassy tongue–
a girl is hoovering, soft tic toc of the clock,

i catch the train to meet my colleague
on the exit of a windy station//just a minute
before midnite– hand him a brown envelope,

in a few hours he will board a flight–
“you’ll be fine–“, i kiss him three times on the cheeks
(that’s what the french do) & report
“the only thing i shot was Notre Dame– “
(after admiring her for one short minute–)

she of course–
—————-was beautiful

.

smiles…had a bit fun with this one… i went to Paris on business last monday and that gave me the opportunity to meet up with Adan, a fellow blogger and his lovely wife, so.. this is a true story.. but no, i’m not working for the secret service…smiles… what we do at dVerse today is 2nd person… i did a 1st person poem with snippets of 2nd person by addressing the reader..there are some more possibilities, just stop by the pub at 3pm EST when Victoria opens the doors.. 

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55 responses to “couleur des yeux: marron

  1. I have this strategy for France. I throw my sweater over my shoulders, arms dangling by my bust, wear sunglasses, and read Paris Match. Or so I plan. It probably would not work, and the waiters would address me in English.

  2. I like the idea of you being in some sort of sinister secret service ~ smiles ~ what effective use you make of second person, might try this myself given a bit of time and a following wind 🙂

  3. wonderful 2nd person narrative Claudia. And one incredible travel piece as well. Funny, I used promenade in my piece as well-kind of neat when that type of thing happens. I’ve actually been to France, you captured it nicely thanks.

  4. That is so interesting, how you used the second person without making it sound bossy. I do over-use the first or the third person (in poetry – in real life, of course, I overuse the second person imperative: Put your shoes on! Hurry up! Eat your vegetables!).

  5. what a wonderful snapshot of day a city and life, yours and all ours 😉

    love the layering of moments, history and today-ness, mundane and mysterious!

    you’ll have to return, discover and relate more to us 😉

  6. smiles…this maybe one of my favorites of yours claudia…you had a lot of fun in writing it. i like how you deftly go back and forth between first and second person, the skin you give it making an regular moment into a magical story of espionage…the only thing i shoot is notre dame….ha….fun fun fun

  7. I would have liked to have been there savoring Paris as you did. It is a beautiful city with a unique personality and beauty and culture in abundance. It has been a long time for me, but I did experience Bastille Day in Paris. I love the SAcre Coeur and Notre Dame.

  8. from lazily and peaceful, tranquil and mingling, to clack clack, tic toc, and the three kisses on his cheek. this is a rhythmic second person poem. colorful and mysteriously intriguing.

  9. So beautiful. Paris in the winter I’m sure is divine. I especially like:

    promenade
    the streets of Paris, mingling with
    Monet, Napoleon & Hemingway, inhale
    l’esprit du capitale d’amour, bask
    in her christmas lights–

  10. Mon Dieu.. this is a gorgeous read. It sounds historical, romantic and dreamy, and yet, you managed to make it sound mysterious and cloak and dagger too. Gripping and yes, you can see you had fin writing it. 🙂

  11. Secret agent Claudia racing through the streets of Paris, then shooting an innocent bystander! I love the varying tempo of this, the switches between 1st and 2nd person. Never been to Paris, even though it’s relatively near for us. I must change that soon.

  12. Oh the fun!! This poem is gorgeous and brought back the wonderful feeling of being in Paris at night, the lights– only we were by the Arc De triomphe, sipping cognac and sharing an apple tart *sigh* Thank you for the delightful visions and story 🙂

  13. Tongue in cheek, lips lightly on the skin, what an emotional state to be in
    as you putter in Paris, snapping the sights, enjoying the nights; yes, we must be brave and mix metaphors and persons as we render down reality into poetics; this is clarion, and tremendous fun, but I missed some of the heat you usually include in your pieces (smile).

  14. …très magnifique Claudia! ..and someday i’ll visit Paris and the entire Europe too… i promise…. you bring such elegance with your poem, though I must admit i don’t know much of some languages you included here… smiles…

  15. Thanks for taking me to Paris in your poem since that’s the closest I’m going to get to Paris these days! I like how you went back and forth between 1st and 2nd person.

  16. “you should never trust a scene
    that seems all too tranquil, like
    Paris between rain and sunshine,
    & la Seine, winding lazily and shimmering
    to the feet of well, a woman, (she looks
    german or italian), and a lovely couple,
    tourists probably– american…:

    Bonjour! Claudia… merci, for sharing your very beautiful poetic words as you focus on 2nd person

    “oh you should promenade
    the streets of Paris, mingling with
    Monet, Napoleon & Hemingway, inhale
    l’esprit du capitale d’amour, bask
    in her christmas lights– “

    in your [very descriptive] poem… “couleur des yeux: marron…”
    merci, deedee 🙂

  17. You varied the voice and it worked beautifully… and a bit of stream of consciousness, I do believe… and had me feeling sorry for you here and there… and ending envious of you. I don’t understand myself, sometimes!

  18. Your poetry is story and your story is poetry, Claudia. Monet, Napoleon and Hemingway in the same sentence… You paint a picture with the colors of the rainbow, you conquer a continent and you lament a lost generation in one poem. And then you snap a photo of it. You are such a talented writer. I am glad I found your blog. You are an artist… 🙂 Eric

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