frenchy

Funny how our heritages, and our parents shape our outlook

Sometimes I stick out from my friends a bit - I think. It’s the French in me. Americans have this excité-ment about things - that’s, well, exhausting.

Sometimes, when friends are jumping about, they practically plead for my engagement. I think I have a genetic, French reticence, an observer gene.

True, I have my moments of bitter COVID lock-down angst but I'm doing better than some friends. Maybe because the French live slowly - life is just moments - once a moment has passed, it’s gone.

I wait, in my secret gardens, like a cat on a settee, sipping small pleasures. The poet in me refuses to zone out - there are poems in the stillness.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Interesting bit of cultural knowledge imparted.

[anais.vionet]

Thanks for the comment!

[Coyote Poetry]

I have some French in me. Many moons ago found my Ojibwa people.
"I wait, in my secret gardens, like a cat on a settee, sipping small pleasures. The poet in me refuses to zone out - there are poems in the stillness."
I agree and I like the above lines. I like good talks and quiet places. Thank you dear Anais for sharing the amazing poetry. I liked this one.
Coyote

[anais.vionet]

Thank you Coyote! =]
I've heard of the Chippewa, but not the Ojibwe - google says they are the fifth-largest population among Native American peoples - how cool!

[Coyote Poetry]

The French men were sneaky. Brought no wives and they mixed with the Michigan and the Canada Ojibwa. You are welcome dear Anais.