Poetic Imagery Quotes

“Paris

The Seine dresses in light black,
Mimicking the dark grey of the sky,

And so, I drown my ink into it.
Each poem becomes art,

Reflecting and dancing
Around my hands with care.

The notes the river shares
Become a painting that inspires
All the great artists housed in its museums.

Still, I vow and pray by its sight —
Yet I dare not claim to be an artist
As great as the one in sight.

In Paris.”
― Laura Chouette, The Willow Song

“Parisian Endings

Endings share a bond between right and wrong,
Upon every poet who dares to cross a line.

The Parisian sky glows light with blue and orange,
Each hill a line of fortune, unique to every soul.

Words cross the heart I call cœur,
And dawn in the same eternal hues behind her.

By noon, I become the city itself,
Only to return as her passenger,
By walking far enough to lose her.”
― Laura Chouette, The Willow Song

“A Line Across the Seine

Whatever I made of you
Surrenders to beauty.

For I am a simple line
That crosses the Seine,

Remembering each wave
Upon the stones of light.

However often the light shines
Towards the blue of morning skies,

I’ll be here.
I’ll write.”
― Laura Chouette, The Willow Song

“The City That Holds Me

The sidewalks I stumble on more than once
Make me feel like I am walking home.
The place cold enough to die for,

Yet I walk towards the next day without freezing.
The river that drowns my words,
As I wander its same stretch, up and down.

My chapels know my favourite corners,
Where I light my candles each good Sunday.”
― Laura Chouette, The Willow Song

“Pothole in the Sky

My veins ground too deep to become a statue,
And the flight is delayed too late—
So I take off again.

I take off without the vein of the city
That lifts me to heaven with a million lights
And a few streets in between.

The darkness blooms like a desert,
And in my aeroplane, I become a small flower,
Travelling too far and without sight.

Clouds outside windows become a stair frame,
And the dark blue of mornings drifts by,
While I dream of Paris and every thought

That drifted by.”
― Laura Chouette, The Willow Song

“A Laptop in One Room

The corners I turned became a city,
While remembering the sidewalks.

Each street I crossed turned into art,
For poets past than turned lines upside down.

Horizons in blue and grey
Became a shallow water's sight.”
― Laura Chouette, The Willow Song

“I Will Go Back to Paris in Spring

I will go back to Paris in spring,
To see its life and not the still,
To watch the sky in a different hue,
With the same buildings at each rue.

I will walk and pass the same things by,
And wonder again with a sigh.
Till winter comes, it will be long,
Yet I wonder when I will come back along.”
― Laura Chouette, The Willow Song

“In the velvety purple twilight, the sleepy birds twitter of dreams.”
― Pamela Cox