A fog-overloaded grand park
it just got dark
my favourite colour is present too
that light light green sans woe
the lights are not on yet
on my tv the direct channel Court Suzanne Lenglen
in Paris of course
the giant games are
in the center of Bois de Boulogne
from eleven o'clock in the morning to eleven o'clock at night
before Covid-19 we could follow the players on a big TV screen in the park
now the park seems unfriendliest
no possiblity to buy a bowl of ice cream
nor to speak the chief umpire it seemed
but for the love of tennis
we are imaginning
all we have been missing
for instant
the talkings
with the famous tennisstars
and the seats at the cozy bright bars
to drink our champagne
in the lovely park of Bois De Boulogne
near Paris
and all there is!
© Sylvia Frances Chan - All Rights Reserved
A marvelous poem crafted with great images. I concur with Harley White with her wonderful comments. Beautifully conveyed.
Indeed this is a plight of current times. The scene you set comes to life in this well expressed poem.
Very true Sylvia this too will pass and good time with fresh air is still going to come.
This too shall pass. Life will return. Excellent poem even though I'm not much of a tennis fan...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Happy days at your favourite park before this prevailing pandemic...very nicely crafted...let us all hope and pray for a happy life soon...thank you Sylvia for your kind visit to my page and the valuable comments