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The Louvre


Beneath strands of citrine dangling in the sky arms glitter on a Moulin Rouge display, neon bulbs flirt with the Arc spinning high its rich tableu, like pastel from Monet. And streets float on floods of traffic yellow unleashing a thousand monarchs on flames, scenting an evening airbrushed by Van Gogh as figures grind on roulette of oiled frames. - Paris night , after 9 pm...a few years back Third place
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Hind Avatar
May 6, 2025 at 10:24 AM
Lovely, simply a beauty if a poem- loved the flow in your lines
Brul Avatar
May 5, 2025 at 11:07 PM
The artist in you is well-reflected here dear Nette. Congratulations! Stay creative !^____^ JCB
Rodgers Avatar
May 5, 2025 at 7:11 AM
Dearest Nette, O' suc a dazzling night in Paris-alive with color, movement, and memory. I felt the city’s pulse in every line: neon lights, whirling arms, and the golden hush of nostalgia. You painted the Moulin Rouge and its wild, electric spirit with such vivid grace, I could almost smell the evening air. The magic of Paris after dark. Spring Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
One Avatar
May 5, 2025 at 6:48 AM
I have to admit I am not a big fan of Paris, I've been a couple of times and had an unsavoury experience.. however your poem is lovely and sets a lovely scene..
Parker Avatar
May 5, 2025 at 6:42 AM
I've never been to Paris Nette, you have taken me there, thank you... Frederic
Callus Avatar
May 5, 2025 at 12:29 AM
Paris will always be a special city; once you visit it you have to return again and again!! Same applies to the Louvre. This poem is beautiful...one that reflects your special poetic style. ~ Regards & Hugs // paul
Onclaud Avatar
May 5, 2025 at 4:59 AM
so true,paul...aside from paris, i kept going back to rome, prague, cambodia, and petra... i must have been a pilgrim in my past life...huggs
Vaso Avatar
May 4, 2025 at 10:23 PM
Loved this, my favorite city by the way!
Onclaud Avatar
May 5, 2025 at 10:03 PM
yezzz, try budapest hungary dear arthur
Vaso Avatar
May 5, 2025 at 8:24 PM
Well I havent been to Hungary yet, but Istanbul oh lala
Onclaud Avatar
May 5, 2025 at 5:01 AM
ohh, count me in arthur!...i mean after cities of turkey and hungary. haha
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