Giraffes

I was there in the '80's
Paris riots,
we had a room
on the top floor
on the Rue du Rivoli,
so we were pretty safe.
Yoshi, came from the South,
he had giraffes as ancesters.
Madeleine, was fragile
she skied in Grenoble
earning wings,
she was a born mother
but never experienced,
she got caught up
in money markets,
snip suits
that were chic
and died at thirty.

I would cycle,
a whirlwind on wheels,
but they got me somewhere,
I'm not sure where.

We roll on cushions now
and take an age
to recover.

I remember bouncing on balls
outside the Pompadou museum
with all the mime artists
and artists, who couldn't draw,
just give an imitation
of what life is all about



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Written on 2012-10-14 at 19:20

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kath
And it is like a cloud of memoris that sweep my sky .. there and then gone ... or maybe just transforming ..

Lovely poem and as Ric saif it brings me back

xx Kath
2012-11-18


Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this. It as if the memories just fell onto the page. Nostalgic but not heavily so. It sent me back in time too, so thanks for that :-)
2012-10-20


countryfog
A sad fact that growing up is almost always growing apart. Lifelong friends and enduring bonds are rare treasures, as are our memories of them.
2012-10-16


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Ah...sweet memories of the way we were. And those we left behind, or did they leave us behind?

Joe
2012-10-16


Rob Graber
Hi Elle--nice to see you here again! I enjoyed this. Line 14 seems to need "got" rather than "go"; the final line, "of" rather than "or"?
2012-10-15