How wonderful to come upon
The words of Jacques Prévert
The tumbling beauty of his song
The movement of his verse.
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)