C'Était, Dans Les Vapeurs Du Nard

Poem By Paul-Jean Toulet

I just started putting poems? on the site,
I check first thing in the morning, last thing at night,
To see if anybody has been touched or made to smile,
Or in my shoes has walked that mile,
From depression to distraction with my 2 boys,
They make me crazy but bring me joy,
From suicide to my love so true,
Hoping someone out there can relate too,
From rendezvous in the park,
To laying alone crying in the dark,
Through the spectrum of emotions,
Looking for that magic potion,
I go to manage my poems, here's how it goes,
I ask myself, do you like to see zeros?
But usually by the end of the day,
Some kind person sends a comment my way,
This site has become an outlet for me,
For all my feelings to be set free,
I tell of my life and how it goes,
Does anyone else like to see zeros?

Comments about C'Était, Dans Les Vapeurs Du Nard

vallerie you were kind enough to post a opinion on'candles of my life', way back, early october, i have just sat in the library here in Scotland with tears on my cheeks, what a beutiful poem and so true to life.YOU are indeed 6 zeros but with a 1 at the beginning, yes one in a million.I will definetley be visiting your page to read the rest of your stuff, what a gift, Please keep it up.
I don't see you as a zero I see you as a plus, Love duncan X
I loved it. I to have recently started posting poems to this site and find that I do the same thing. I agree that it is nice to know that someone has read a poem and somehow connects. Bravo...I will be on the look for more!


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