Chanson Nostalgique

I shouldn't really cry,
there is so much
to be grateful for ~

like check cloths
on bistro tables
with dripping wax
we moulded
between our fingertips.

Armand sold up,
his daughter ran it
for a while
but her heart wasn't there
and it showed.

Marcel met a violinist
and now they perform
by the steep steps
wooing river tourists
on cheap day cruises.

I shouldn't cry
but I do,
"so uncool" you would say
yet somewhere, out there
you are still living
Bistro lives

drawing pictures on napkins
and serenading young girls
with circles made of smoke.

A sports café doesn't have the feel
and I miss the touch,
the smoky essence of you.



Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-02-21 at 08:45

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely written, Elle. You're right about those sports places. They're dreadful, full of clods.
2013-02-23


Chaucer Whethers
An atmospheric remembrance of faces&places past wistful words curls of smoky laces...
2013-02-22


countryfog
A few years ago something my brother had said prompted me to research comments and quotes about nostalgia . . . I found it amazing that so many considered it a negative and even dangerous thing, often making of memories not something other than they were but something more than they were at the time. If true, that seems to me a good thing, and evidence of having had newer experiences and perspectives to reinterpret them. I agree with you - "there is so much / to be grateful for." A fine poem, and as always your attention to the little but telling details that make it so.
2013-02-21