I’m reblogging this post of mine because of tonight’s episode of How I Met Your Mother. It’s probably one of the narratives that I’ve written that I’ve enjoyed.
The fact that “La Vie En Rose” is played during the episode brought out the romantic in me. For lack of a better phrase, I “lost my shit” upon hearing this ukulele rendition on a show that I’ve loved these past years.
Welcome back, and enjoy!
I wrote this poem upon hearing this song, and keeping in mind the piece of flash fiction that was written the other day. That’s about it. It’s a happy completion of my self-imposed 31-Day Challenge. Enjoy.
Before we first met, before I first fell for you,
lamp light had paved the way along
the river walk, guiding me safely
home–which should not come as a surprise
–since this was the typical route. My pockets
sheltered prudent hands, chapped
from the settling autumn, my feet
shattered rusted leaves with each step,
tip-toe across the cobbled streets, avoiding
cracks the best as one can–
a game I like to play from time to time. The opposing
flickering lamps along the footpath promenaded
as the music and commotion drew near. The bakery,
the apparel shops, the tourist nooks had retired
for the evening. The moon cascaded atmosphere,
as it reflected upon the water…
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I play with words and invisible objects.
A mind, a pen and a piece paper have the best relationship ever.
"Remember this--if you shut your mouth, you have your choice."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald