Gitanes
the light there was
exquisite ..
a bit like Florence
the sun was
always overhead ..
still, it was
time for him to go ..
she really
wanted ice-cream
but instead,
they both shared
one last
French cigarette ..
before he
hit that road again ..
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Gitanes = a brand of French Cigarette .. the term also means gypsy or wanderer they used to be one of my favourite brands many many many years ago 🤍
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Comments7
Good write N.
That's right good then ..
Very scenic. Reminds me of Waits or Cohen.
I still hanker for Marlboro but daren't go any further than hankering
I smoked them many many years ago Neville.
Andy
they were markedly different weren't they .. a bit like my good self actually ..
Errotic yet as ephemeral as that smoke from the cigarette while the noir feel seems to linger long after. Very nicely done Neville
I am indeed spoilt today sir .. thank you so very much .. here's me wishing you all good things,
Also means Blondes, Ottawa, and burgers. Your use is much better.
Well I never, you are an education sir Dan and I thank you kindly .. Neville
Lovely little poem...
Thank you so very much Dove ..
Argh. I am sorely tempted to include a fitting clip from National Lampoon's Vacation, but as it wouldn't be a link in this box, I'll spare you.
Oh, but how exquisite this delicious piece is! How expertly rendered with daintily perfect imagery and a subtly tantalizing poignancy. Thank you very much for sharing!
You just made this old fella gasp in delight .. the shadows were quite captivating too .. bless ya little cotton socks Missy .. a very appreciative Me 🙂
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