The Scent Of A Poet Poem by Norah Tunney

Love this poem...excellent writing.

in a Paris cafe on Rue De Barrie an overture from Schubert, and sitting on a table as eye meets eye the collected works of Prevért. a very beautiful poem indeed dear poetess Norah. tony

I've been reading some of Prevert's poems and exploring a video entitle Prevert, piano, and poetry. I've always been fascinated about the intermingling of the arts, have tried my own hand at writing while listening to music, writing about a piece of music, writing about the process of performing, etc. Anyways, I really enjoy this poem. It has a nice simple flow (a little like Prevert) , and the image of the poet in the French cafe brings him to life.

Fascinating write that tangles with the senses. This is why I love poetry. Thank you Norah I am enjoying your pen.

AS EYE MEETS EYE is a profound moment: it's not just a physical connection with this poet but a spiritual one and I felt affirmed as a poet by this understated encounter.The man is a Poet whether he writes good poems or not. In a sense, you show a man who has by living deeply and imaginatively has become a living poem. I'm assuming the title word SCENT refers to the pervasiveness of the sense of smell: it is basically unconscious and all the more powerful for that reason. The poet leaves traces of his being a poet everywhere, especiall rerceptive is a fellow poet in the serendipity of crossing paths.

sitting on a table as eye meets eye romance, love, desire, mystery, romance and passion, cafes in Paris, the romantic city. the flair...... sensing the feelings........thankyou very much dear poetess. it is always mystery and mystical thoughts around you and your poems. thank you. tony