Il revient toujour
il ne reveint pas aujourd'hui
c'est lui qui donne le bijou
comme le cadeau depuis
l'horloge lui meme
n s'arretes que l'homme
il fait comme il faut
mias, il donne des cadeaux
ses cadeaux c'est pour
l'homme de tous les jours
qui fait comme il faut
l/horloge conduit
demain donne le bataeu
et, l'homme s'assieds
A poet
dresses the naked
word,
with emotions. Such as the air
in this empty room sops the hand
and satisfaction it gives. Still,
the pen he has used
flows again and the page cherishes
that in its roots—
and produces blooms on the bed
of spring. Ah, the spirits are splattering
on the tasteful styles, but the
mails on your phone
are comme il faut the summer sheets
of petering dust. A note from him
is among them, unread. I watch
at the poet. It is so vain not to peruse—
that I opt instead to read his soul.
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.