Ode to Flânerie
artist-poet
idle about town
making short notes
taking quick snaps
roaming aimlessly
by languid stride
fervent wanderer
wholly detached
amateur detective
utterly enthralled
astride my heart
a poised calm
pleasurably free
airy perspective
artist-poet
idle about town
a Flâneur
brazenly unaided
delightfully so
**
My dear friend Ruthie introduced me to the word Flânerie. Its meaning simply: aimless
idle behaviour. Much like many an artist date. It’s an enjoyable word, it rolls
off the tongue like a dream and then sets into motion the glorious act of
bumming around without a plan, putting you in adventure’s way, following any
whim. I have done this countless times, participated in such a manner and
soaked up every single glorious second of it. I have always been grateful to consider
my artist dates an exercise in flânerie, always grateful to my dear friend for
sharing the essence of it. I am an absolute Flâneur, no question:
unapologetically so, so unapologetic that I wrote this silly little poem as a
way of shouting my love for flânerie from the rooftops. And, as a thank you to Ru.
Roam free, fair-weather friends!
In propinquity,
Nic
