So, I wrote this poem the other day about coming over here, and now that I have a blog, I thought it would be fun to post it and see what everyone thinks. I spent a lot of time revising it, but I think I may finally be finished. I wanted the pace of it to be appealing, so I spent some time fixing the syllables and words, etc. I also wanted it to rhyme a little. Anyways, here it is.
Tu me manques (I miss you)
Final boarding call for Paris
finds me a mile from the gate
running hard to catch my flight
that will send me, sadly, far away.
Time-jumping on a seven-six-seven
puts me hours and hours ahead
landing in Paris on a cloudy morning
la seule chose qui manque, c'est le soleil (the only thing missing is the sun)
Chasing your ghost through Paris, now
a mind's eye mirror in a couple's embrace
I'm haunted by the extreme misfortune
of smelling your perfume dans le monde des francais (in the world of the French)
Maintaining composure while falling apart, now
a self-imposed deconstruction of character
rebuilding myself without my dear lynch pin
la seule chose qui manque, chere, c'est vous. (the only thing missing, dear, is you)
This new process of self-liberation
is proving itself to be exciting, but frightful
my life waited forever for me to catch up with it
la seule chose qui manque, c'etait moi. (The only thing missing was me)
I hope that is as decent as I think it is, and not too personal. Feel free to comment on it as you wish. A bientot!