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Les halles, une nuit

On bittersweet airbrushed nights

clouds hanging, as if enthralled

feather like promises

of lilac dusky moments

an epic panorama

spreading green and golden

as far as eye beholds

a pleasant drifting scene

in a cool ocean kissed breeze

soothes and smooths the hour

reclining ambience 

fresher than mountain springs

rewarding passing strangers of beauty

a wanderer's gaze

more intimate than mating doves call

a joy in the night

of the heart

smiling into the lips of Eros

the amorous August Eve,

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

everything about this is total serenity...
and yet there is a bit of wariness....since airbrushed means that some of the flaws are brushed over...so there may be some hidden blemishes in this picture that are covered up...things might not be quite as beautiful on the inside of a sunset..
j.

[gram linski]

glad you picked up on the wariness part it was a beautiful serene moment, but inside every sunset is a thinker thinking bad thoughts, lol, thanks,j.

[barleygirl]

This poem feels like the night itself is more seductive than any human could ever be. I creamed my jeans on the first two lines. I'm always tuned into the way the air feels & living just over the mountain from the coast, I love (lines 9 & 10) the way this feels around here all summer long. "Mating doves call" feels a teensy bit like a cliche to me, especially up against the high level of originality in the rest of your poem & all your poems. Hot August Nights will not be this romantic over here across the pond with our next prez election heating up *wink! wink!* (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[gram linski]

haha, thanks Margie never had anyone cream their jeans at my writing before ,I know it is a cliché but it reads better than two doves f*****g next to the table, don't even get me started, it's everyone else that suffers

[Eilis]

Not a speaker of French, but always curious, so looked up your caption above. As I read that along with the title, I imagine this to be about a holiday or visit elsewhere. Haven't been to the beach in several years, but usually when I'm there I end up sitting on a chair somewhere in a sheltered location (like a balcony or outdoor hallway) and at least listening to the sea, if I can't see it.

So, that's where your images took me. A bit of mind-traveling. Exactly where is a bit ambiguous, but it's not important, because the scene is set, and the sense of tranquility in a moment offered. But beyond that scene that develops in my head, your language suggests that it's a duality of feeling. I could be completely wrong about the title (I'm thinking of it as a room or building number) and it could be a kind of foil, as the poem itself is at points. It's like this beautiful scene full of peace and relaxation, but there are bruises underneath. Or some kind of something that seeks to wend a way into the peace.

But, maybe I'm overanalyzing. So much of what is here offers a sense of joy or contentment. Maybe even expectation judging by the last two lines. Love is in the air is my fair stab at a tune to pair with the poem. But, I can't escape that 'bittersweet' at the start. Perhaps we are on a memory journey with the speaker where, in the moment, the moment is being enjoyed for all of its beauty and promise. But, having lived it, he knows the future and knows it turns out differently.

Not sure. Feel like I have said nothing of substance here, so shutting up now. The scene is entrancing. Evokes many things in my mind. So, I'll just say it's a beauty.

[gram linski]

thanks, Eilis, halles means market and was the name of the square I was sitting, you and j both picked up on the wariness part, it was a memory journey and I know exactly how it turned out, lol, thanks for your great review

[gram linski]

just had a thought you meant the actual title, haha, it was the date