I already mumbled at you over this. I love the French, the irony, the sparseness of it. The lack of punctuation and capitalization completely favor it. I'm surprised someone hasn't thought of this before--it seems almost obvious; those specific play on words. Although, it would take someone like you to push them together and make something up.
Continue your magic.
“It's necessary to have wished for death in order to know how good it is to live.” ― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo
Normally, I'd rather the capitalisation and punctuation were there, but because of the shortness of the poem, it works as it is. =)
The French really interests me as well here, especially as, even with seven plus years of French, I still haven't come across that phrase, which you have, of course, used very well here. It's all as Clau says.
I remember when I first read this back in September, I remember silently laughing to myself, wondering how many people got the full sense of this piece. Since then I see you've added a footnote. Ironic in itself, simple... yet complex if the reader chooses to delve deeper into your play on words and put it to real life, ahaha.
You can learn more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation.
~ Plato
I love this, it's the most well crafted piece of poetry I've yet to see on these forums. It's fantastic, hardly ever have I seen so much stuff fit so neatly into so little.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. - Robert Frost
Still you continue to surprise me, love. This is gorgeous and cute all at once. To have so much in so little provides this little glimpse into the world, haha. It's such a silly, meaningful thing. Your structure does it complete justice and I love you for it.
*Hearts* Le Penguin.
I like you as an enemy, but I love you as a friend.
I do love how this poem plays out, but it does not seem much a narrative, though I wish it were one. Lots of people say they love how short it is, but I would prefer a much longer poem with this as the conclusion. I could see it long and drawn out, romantic as can be, then it ends like that.
We keep waiting on the World to stop but it won't slow down and we'll never catch up... - Grey Holiday
We're making Fiction of our lives, Burning pages as we write... - Kids In the Way