Heart of Paris

Heart of Paris

My heart
In Paris Tombs

My soul
Lays scented under lamp lit dark

Empty cafes
Alone inside the carafe of wine

Pay the garcon
Pay the devils fine

Endless streets
Plentiful pastries

I am both fat and thin
I am both rich and poor

I have books
Both written and read

Now over in the graveyard
Come read me dead

Arthur Unknown

deathgraveinternationallonelinessphilosophyfree verse

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Cherl Dunn

April 24, 2016 at 8:29 PM

including myself, cheri d.

Cherl Dunn

April 24, 2016 at 8:29 PM

Dear Arthur You really inspire me did you know that my poetic friend, love this dark but light poem about this romantic yet crytic city, this city fanastinates me, I want to see the caticomes, but also it's anicent cities, and just really explore every dark, and lit park of the whole city, love this piece very much arthur, maybe one day I'll travel their, if I make enough from my book sales right, take care and have a wonderful night, and yes chocolate is a dark subject that every women enjoys

Andrea Dietrich

April 24, 2016 at 12:23 PM

I love the contrasts this author made, fat and thin, rich and poor!!

Anne-Lise Andresen

April 24, 2016 at 8:20 AM

- Many have become famous after death - Your words will always live, Arthur - Deep poems, well written - hugs // Sun :)

Tim Smith

April 24, 2016 at 7:34 AM

Beautiful, sad, deep, dark and wonderful just how only you can write them.

Jan Allison

April 24, 2016 at 7:05 AM

Very deep and sad my friend.. 'Arthur Unknown' that line especially touched my heart - so many layers to you my friend: -( hugs jan xx

Charmaine Chircop

April 24, 2016 at 3:26 AM

Arthur I really wish to know both fat and thin,both ri ch and poor...In the endless streets..In the Cafes. Not in the graveyard..I want to read you : ).

Arthur Vaso

April 24, 2016 at 8:40 PM

That is one of the kindest sentiments I have heard in a long time! Thank you.

Paul Callus

April 24, 2016 at 2:27 AM

I am sure I would enjoy having a walk and a coffee in Paris with the real Arthur! I tell myself that I know how your mind works, and then the next minute you prove me wrong with a surprise move...I wonder if you play chess:) Oh....love this poem! ~ Regards // paul

Arthur Vaso

April 24, 2016 at 8:39 PM

I do play chess! :)