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Musee d’Orsay grasps the hands of time. The clock crowns; its gears move around. Gallery-goers lookout and grin from Paris-Orleans to Montmartre; the clock crowns; its gears move around. Each eye’s drawn from inside scenes to the site of Sacré-Cœur without then back again to the Degas. Gallery goer’s lookout and grin locked on the Place de la Concorde, as the hand moves past a boat on the still Seine, and the traffic from Paris-Orleans to Montmartre. Time passes; patron’s heads spin unwonted, as the hands of the clockwork pass, Monet’s lilies await—is there time? *The Retourne a French form from the middle ages. Published in Page & Spine 2015

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Date: 4/13/2020 3:12:00 PM
Fantastic verse. :) Creative and logically inclined. I enjoyed reading your work today. -JWE
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Debbie Guzzi
Date: 4/13/2020 4:55:00 PM
Thank you J.W.
Date: 4/9/2017 6:06:00 AM
Pleased to find out you're posting again, Debbie. This poem shows that you have an on hands experience of Musee d'Orsay, where masters of art have left their impression. I too have had the pleasure to visit this place by the Seine which took over from the old train station. ~ Warm regards // paul
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Debbie Guzzi
Date: 4/9/2017 4:41:00 PM
One can never get enough of Paris!
Date: 4/2/2017 11:25:00 AM
Aye, Debbie - yes indeed. : )
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