Paris is Purple (poem) by Gene Williamson on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on October 31, 2009

Oh, Gene, wonderfully earthy as always. Haven't we all done this a time or two? The thrill of the chase. Just beautiful, my fine friend.

Blessed be,
Patti

Reviewed by Bill Grimes Jr.

Reviewed on October 31, 2009

Surreal and so romantic Gene.........Purple invokes notions of royalty.......romance......rich texture.....deep emotions........Beautiful walk through Paris my dear friend.......You have such a gift.....

Peace,
Bill :-)

Reviewed by Juliet Waldron

Reviewed on October 28, 2009

Amusing, romantic, a wonderful slice of a rich past, presented to us like a mouth watering thin slice of the best foie gras...

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on October 24, 2009

Gene, these vignettes of your memory are purple with the creative expressions of your fertile mind my friend -- each, so clear in definition and emotion -- a joy to my tired eyes, an extra beat for my aging heart -- a skip in my stumbling steps -- thanks for the memories -- peace and love my friend -- Jon Michael

Reviewed by Cryssa C

Reviewed on October 19, 2009

And I thought Paris wore rose colored glasses... It is a place all its own, but I'll never think of it the same now.

Cryssa

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on October 16, 2009

the perfect purple essentials of passion ...

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Reviewed on October 16, 2009

The artist formerly known as Prince would aspire to these
Williamson "lyrics" to compliment Purple Rain, onward to Italy and the speaker towers would lean the leaning Tower of Pisa that much more..."Violetta laughs a purple laugh" and we adore the encore, Paris is Purple...in vino veritas!

Love,
Sage

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on October 16, 2009

Such a wonderful memoir!

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Reviewed on October 16, 2009

Ahhhh...My all time favorite color (next to teal)
I feel romanced in a very purple fashion of royalty my dearest Gene!
and the French with such beautiful language....I can dream to hear this lovely poem roll from the lips of such a romantic as you!
Pehaps someday...and I shall have wine for us when your ready :)
Embrass� Embrass� Embrass�
Vickie

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on October 15, 2009

this has such an intimate feel to it Gene, you brought the moment to life with the perfect color to match...thanks for sharing...

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on October 15, 2009

BINGO! Yes, life is so like this... in one place or another, according to mood and experience, there IS a sense of a predominant colour or palette, Gene, well-spotted! Great narrative lines here which live and breathe in anecdote. I've caught the whole atmosphere in a Hendrixian Purple Haze - "'scuse me while I kiss this guy" (well, you know what the French are!) Reminds me of my nephew's experience in Sweden recently... a waiter fetched the Restaurant manager when he innocently ordered herrings... the waiter thought he was asking for heroin!!!!!!!! :)) xx

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on October 15, 2009

Paris is always a lady no matter what color she wears...I love the whimsy you injected into this delightful poem, Gene.

Carole~

Reviewed by Axilea MU

Reviewed on October 14, 2009

Lovers of purple reunite. A purple laugh is certainly bubbly and mysterious at the same time. Imagination completes the work of memory in this piece, or at least, this is the kind of feeling that I get when reading it.

Axilea

Reviewed by David Hightower

Reviewed on October 14, 2009

Gene - The purple motif you use throughout this poem works splendidly from the practical observation of:

Through the bare trees
the late afternoon sky is pale purple,
reminiscent of Paris,

to the figurative:

Violetta laughs a purple laugh.

You create a texture and an atmosphere for the color purple that lingers. - David

Reviewed by J'nia Fowler

Reviewed on October 14, 2009

Nice trip to Paris Gene, and of course I love all things purple and Chagall too so this piece is one of my favorite ones. I have one of his prints on the wall next to me; bought it when we went to a M. Chagall exhibit in Vancouver 2 yrs. ago. Hugs, J'nia

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on October 14, 2009

Sadly that one needed to get badly hurt to get that purple, but yours beats anything painted, weaved or imagined if it is savored with a bottle of Muscatel Wine (red wine give the willies to my tummy) by the Seine, as one look at the tourist boats going by.

Georg

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on October 14, 2009

BEAUTIFUL POEM!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on October 13, 2009

Purple...the color of passion...and this is like watching one of those old films I love so much, filled with passion, class and style. Love this, Gene.

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Reviewed on October 13, 2009

As usual, your poetry is wonderfully creative. Enjoyed.

Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)

Reviewed on October 13, 2009

Passion and anticipation infuse your words that take us to these moments, which seem as classic and refined as the ones I so enjoy in the old 1940s movies.

Reviewed by Lloyd Lofthouse

Reviewed on October 13, 2009

I'm there walking right behind you seeing it. Vivid and alive and another reason why I should see Europe before I'm gone. Thank you for the purple passion I see in your prose.

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on October 13, 2009

No wonder I love the color, Purple - it is beautifully colored in these lines of rememberence - well done, Gene.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on October 13, 2009

Gene,
This is a painting or rather a series of miniatures come to life in words, well chosen, beautiful words and feather-light images... pictures of a personal intimate gallery, wonderfully evocative and as striking as a mistress smile.

John

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on October 13, 2009

I love Burple too, but I can't seem to get the color to come out right when I wrote about it / this was delightful . . .

Reviewed by Leslie Hoffman

Reviewed on October 13, 2009

Purple is also my favorite color, Gene, as is Bordeaux rouge my favorite wine. Wonderfully vivid poem. ~leslie

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on October 13, 2009

Purple is my favorite color gene.
And this write shines just as the delicately
skilled nature of the purple poets that composed it.
r

Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)

Reviewed on October 13, 2009

Purple sky, purple wine, purple haze?, purple laugh. Alas, the Mona Lisa does indeed seem to follow...and snicker and gawk a little too. Enjoyed!

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on October 13, 2009

Wonderful write, Gene; I love it! Well done; bravo!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D

Reviewed by Mary Lacey Desertrat

Reviewed on October 13, 2009

Gene,

Well written, and very "colorful".

Mary

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on October 13, 2009

WHAT AN IMPRESSIVE PORTRAIT...SUCH A BEAUTIFUL COLOR OF PURPLE! FANTASTIC PROSE AND IMAGERY WORK HERE. THANKS FOR SHARING AND BLESSINGS. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on October 13, 2009

Gene, I know you love purple, so, I can envision all this purple energy surrounding your Paris experience. Lovely images and nice journey.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"