Piaf Sings

Piaf sings on the radio
Madam taps her toe
she remembers
La Vie En Rose
but she has no regrets

Once her lover
gave her a rose
and pressed in tissue
she keeps this relic of love
in a hat box of souvenirs

Piaf sings
pleure pas
Madam wipes a tear,
she has no regrets

A souvenir of love
in her apartment
overlooking Garden City
that even in the rain
that waters her geraniums
she has no regret
as listening
to Piaf sing
she snips
a faded bloom



Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-02-19 at 20:05

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Madam is not so sentimental these days. She probably doesn't often look into that hat box anymore. Good poem.
2016-02-19


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
of course she has geraniums. she and Piaf are both classic. she, Madam, also has the ability to sit still, a lost art.
2016-02-19


Nancy Sikora
I like Madam, she seems like an interesting person. As for the regrets, there may be none, but there is an emptiness.
2016-02-19



Encore!
2016-02-19