The title was a phrase I was attracted to and thought to write a song to. My poetic self took over and ‘conceived in Paris’ became this instead. A poem dedicated to the person who first used the phrase, Marc Myers, creator of the site Jazz Wax, who was conceived in Paris but born in New York.
Conceived in Paris (opus #1)
They stayed till sunset
To conceive a babe loved most
In world’s host town of love and taste.
Wines divine, fresh croissants warm
Arrondissement, baguettes and cheeses:
Everything to please soul’s sense
From whence came l’infant from a pleasured,
Treasured whim.
A l’enfant him.
Conceived in Paris; gar-son gift
Whose birth would lift one day
The ones that play, the ones that hear;
The tone-deaf those, those with an ear.
One tries in vain to do it justice –
Love’s boy-child conceived in Paris;
Write a song – but in all fairness
Poet this could generate
At best – a babble bauble he might hate.
A middling stream of consciousness
More out of fun than pensiveness –
(but pensive in its way).
We’ll try one song inspired day.
Conceived In Paris opus #1 9.1.2018 Special People, Special Occasions; Arlene Nover Corwin
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