The words of Jacques Prévert
The tumbling beauty of his song
The movement of his vers(e).
Brief instants captured sharp and clear
Deep feelings flow like waves
For a moment I am really there
Enthralled with inward gaze.
I read the verses through and through
Their rhythm draws me in
I’m hooked as his lines catch me too
His thoughts and mine aswim.
How sweet to find myself adrift;
Jacques’ Gallic tongue inspires
It proves that poetry is a gift
That lights a thousand fires.
(c) Poet in the woods 2013
Jacques Prévert (1900-1977)
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