I broke free my great wall
by inviting a charming lady
to savor the sweetness of a breeze
in her cup of tea...
she refused ,a little confused,
even though she didn't say no...
I loved the softness of her features
with their moon-like hills
fading into the sea of tranquillity
and the mysteries of a forbidden city
longing to be offered ...
I asked her in English ,if she was chinese ?
She replied with a crystal -clear laugh
who had the courtesy of a smile :
-'' Well i guess so...or not ! ''
-I am French from Paris ,here in Brussels
I am writing a thesis on Belgian jokes ! ''
These are very serious studies .
She was dressed in blue to match
the summer criterias .
In our so monotonous pettiraining country
when the sun is not chatting up the girls from Ibiza ,
he deigns to pay us a visit ,between two cumulus
lost in seasonal puzzles ...
Since she didn't speak Belgian ,
we continued the chat in French ,
exchanging some pleasantries...
You can only strike up a conversation
by going along with the whims of the weather !
She exuded the carefree spirit
of Saint-germain -des-Prés
and a blue lotus mystery ...
I wanted to ask her if she liked Brahms ?
But I was afraid of scaring her away ...
Musicality isn't something you have
to think about the first time...
she was like a little bird perched on a fragile reed
following the movement of the wind ...
Maybe I was in love ?
No ...Its something more ...
Would she forget her tea which was getting cold ?
she seemed won over ...
alas! Life called her back to her duties and she hung up ,
giving me a look of regret ...
She spoke in a few well-chosen ideograms ...
And as time stood still ,your Yangtze tea
took you back to the monsoon reason...
You said hello to me .
'' Au revoir merci de ces quelques mots ! ''
Barely letting me catch a glimpse on the curve
of a budding breast ...
A garden east of Eden ..
Are you sitting on the terrace of the Café de Flore
in the brilliant company of a gallant philosopher ?
Behind my wall ,I wait for the enemy
coming from the desert...
It's all just an old Belgian joke
with a hint of blue lotus tea ...
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lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
much enjoyed read
A hint of gentle blue...(s) !
well said
An unfulfilled romance is sometimes more beautiful and profound than mundane reality, for it remains to live in the realm of pure art.
Poetry is also about inventing a life for a stranger passing through...
Sei la amor A beautiful piece my friend a fave
It's an encounter with a presence ...
I am enamored by presences
My friend, this brought back memories of those conversations that seem to arrive out of nowhere...a train ride, a café, a chance encounter, and suddenly an ordinary day becomes something you'll remember years later. I found myself smiling through this one. Beautifully done, Lorenz. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Nothing happens in this ordinary event ,except for something more ...
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