#provence - Hello Poetry

I heard crickets today I heard them every night and day. I heard lazy conversations in French To the sound of reggae and a glass of rosé. I smelt the freshness of Mont-Saint-Victoire And dryness of the ground beneath my feet. Smelt the distinct odour of oil paint in the distance, Creating a new 'œuvre d'art’. I touched a rough stone wall, covered with dust and dead leaves It seemed sharp against my fingers but I only smiled. I felt the soft fur of a stray cat It hissed at me but didn't move a limb. My tongue tingled from the bitter sweet bubbles of apple cyder, Tingling my throat and warming my chest. I took another sip and it ran through my body, Relaxing every muscle. My eyes were half closed yet still focused. I saw children running around, I saw old houses leaning one side I saw Vauvenargues.

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Jul 8, 2025

Jul 8, 2025 at 7:30 AM UTC

lililishut

Vauvenargues

I heard crickets today I heard them every night and day. I heard lazy conversations in French To the sound of reggae and a glass of rosé. I smelt the freshness of Mont-Saint-Victoire And dryness of the ground beneath my feet. Smelt the distinct odour of oil paint in the distance, Creating a new 'œuvre d'art’. I touched a rough stone wall, covered with dust and dead leaves It seemed sharp against my fingers but I only smiled. I felt the soft fur of a stray cat It hissed at me but didn't move a limb. My tongue tingled from the bitter sweet bubbles of apple cyder, Tingling my throat and warming my chest. I took another sip and it ran through my body, Relaxing every muscle. My eyes were half closed yet still focused. I saw children running around, I saw old houses leaning one side I saw Vauvenargues.

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Poursuivi par les rafales les cyprès se penchent au soleil – Mistral

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Jun 20, 2018

Jun 20, 2018 at 10:40 PM UTC

henslo42

Provence (2)

Poursuivi par les rafales les cyprès se penchent au soleil – Mistral

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The first cicada and a glass of Côtes du Rhône – Summer is here

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Jun 20, 2018

Jun 20, 2018 at 10:40 PM UTC

henslo42

Provence (1)

The first cicada and a glass of Côtes du Rhône – Summer is here

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A light-dappled square, Buzzing like the Center of the universe. Flat-capped Frenchman Strut like mid-century Movie stars. Cigars flaunt from Languid fingers. Serious facades mask Red-blooded kinship. They wait their turn to To flick, to spin, to thud Their steel onto Provençal terrain. What a life. What a game.

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Mar 13, 2017

Mar 13, 2017 at 8:13 AM UTC

rlg

Vie De Pétanque

A light-dappled square, Buzzing like the Center of the universe. Flat-capped Frenchman Strut like mid-century Movie stars. Cigars flaunt from Languid fingers. Serious facades mask Red-blooded kinship. They wait their turn to To flick, to spin, to thud Their steel onto Provençal terrain. What a life. What a game.

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