And I Listen to French Cabaret

And I Listen to French Cabaret

A Poem by Doug

 

And I listen to French cabaret

At 1am.

I see her picture

And need Edith Piaf.

Somehow I’m closer to her

With La Vie En Rose and Milord.

I need the romance and mystery

Of the French;

Reminding me of her

And her dimpled smile.

© 2008 Doug


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Beautiful words that follow through the music.

When I wish to be inspired to write, I listen to Thievery Corporation with the lights closed, leaving the screen to light up the room. I keep the room chilled but bereft of breeze. It freezes the moment and words flow free.

I can feel and relate in such beautiful pieces. This is a great read

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Added on April 11, 2008

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Doug
Doug

Sacramento, CA



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One night while I was asleep I had the words, "Veni, Vidi, Vici" repeating in my head. All night this happened. I want to somehow use this creatively. I feel like it was a sign to use it for some s.. more..

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