Untitled End to a Parisian Affair

The wandering of a broken heart's final night in the City of Love...

Sitting under a Parisian night sky painted in a cool pastel palette...
Watching the stars reflection in the mirrored water of the Seine.

Lovers coo under willowed branches, idly tossing pebbles among the fallen blossoms...
So french you could taste it on their breath.

The melancholy strum of a Spanish guitar, filling the air with scentless perfume...
A warm breeze begs to be waltzed with.

The vendor pushes his cart before him, a low hum bellows from beneath his dark mustache...
A lady's glove peeks from his pocket.

A quiet stroll to a tiny park; geraniums and poppies moonlit and weepy...
A pale gazebo in need of company.

The patter of footfall on the cool pavement; a mother and young child's brisk walk to their door...
Fingers run over cast iron fences, and mind over swollen remembrances.

Calls of fond farewells and closed doors fill the street ways, tones of amber fade from the panes...
The few hours left before dawn spared attention.

The weight of the brass knob in tired hands; a worn letter's removal from one's coat...
...The sigh that follows a resolution...

A kiss, a flick; the flames engulf.
A last night in Paris spent alone.

Author's Note

A rather random spurt of something partially inspired by the life story of Ludwig Bemelmans.

Note: Suggestions on format appreciated. I've redone it three times now and I'm still not sure it's right.

Reviews

[Alessander]

The imagary is vivid, and Frenchy (for lack of a better term lol) As for the format, I'm fine with couplets, but maybe you're worried more about the wordiness of those couplets, or even the way they appear visually. If So, I'd either cut down on some of the wordiness, or maybe make this poem into tercerts? just a thought. O, and i def wanted you to end it with an image, maybe even insert that line with iron fences and swollen remembrances to the end...just a thought.

[Lady Lazarus.]

i'm in awe from this poem....through the written word you're able to create such a vivid view of Paris that I can almost feel the landscape around me...A wonderful beautiful piece.

[Gary McDonald]

Wow, It was so vividly descriptive, i felt as though i was there. I was gripped from the opening line to the close. A beautifully written, exquisite piece!

[JC]

amazing, reminds me of a dylan song which is oh so poetic, insightful, perceptive...great work, enjoyed this tremendously.

[cest la vie]

Wonderful Vesa...
You took the reader on the streets of gay Paree and wove a moving tale.
Your closing lines are so impactful..
"A kiss, a flick; the flames engulf.
A last night in Paris spent alone."

This is a most excellent piece:-)