So, Paris, a poem

So, here is poem that I wrote while sitting by the Seine…

Paris in a word-


though the descriptor may

sound absurd,

The city has a charisma,

an unintentional charm

a power that is


so great it disarms,

I feel immersed across

the ages, as if Hemingway

and Monet are by my side

it’s easy to get lost in its

splendor to escape and to hide,

Paris you will be missed, you

are a friend so rare

no matter where I go,

memories of you will forever

take me there



© August 21, 2018

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I have tons of education and don't use it! I am non-traditional and traditional rolled into one person. I am a Christian, but need work! I am conservative fiscally, but I could care less who someone marries. My favorite things to do are: hang out with my kid, watch movies, read, write, sing, dance, love, live life to the fullest! I love: my kid, my cat, my best guy D, God, rain, chocolate, Christmas, friends, cats, animals in general, honesty, avocados, love, Hallmark channel, iced coffee, Harry Potter, NYC, England, Italy, D.C., Paris and autumn.

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