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Reva
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana 
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twenty 'til noon narrow dirt road curls like limp shoelaces three ebony devils flying overhead as I eat up the miles crows mangy damn things been with me since I found her gone humid, stale air suddenly the sky cracked sudden downpour resulted relentless in its fury as I am with mine even as the onslaught roared egrets, braced themselves against the wind picking at insects from the rows of sugarcane wind blowing hard from the gulf buffeting the Taurus telling me to turn around I grit my teeth trying to calm my stomach my Jim Beam hangover stomach thoughts of Reva pushing me onward Reva early twenties much, much too young for me tall and slim sensuous the word was invented for her ever-present sunglasses shoved up on top of her head tight jeans cowboy boots fiery red hair plain white t-shirt calling attention to braless breasts I know where to find her she said never again would she seek out that part of her she lied the crows are getting aggressive and multiplying so many I can't count she has set them loose Reva is gone for good this time even if I find her she won't come back to me I know this human life is boring to her thought I could change her silly, silly me I pull the Taurus to a stop I am here crows have fled leaving me to my fate rain stops I step out onto wet, black topsoil exploding with mushrooms and buttercups this place no different than when Spanish and French explorers first set foot in the swamps of Louisiana swamp starts abruptly vines with the girth of boa constrictors wind around giant cypress trees I tromp through alligator grass stop at the silvery curtain of Spanish moss concealing the living tomb I smell wildflowers salt spray the hot dead odor of Reva's lair Reva, Voodoo Queen personified a society I walk willingly toward understanding to do so seals my fate as yet another of the undead of Savoie's Swamp ~ I went to a restaurant that serves "breakfast at any time" / I ordered French Toast during the Renaissance. ~ |
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dreamgal Member
since 2011-03-17
Posts 442 |
This is like a story, so detailed with perfect imagery. Almost reminds me of a movie i saw once. Good job! Dreamgal |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
I'm with Dreamgal on this one. Your sensuality in this piece is very good  Lori |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Appreciate it, Dreamgal, The swamps down here are good for black magic kind of writing. Hi Lori, good to see you here, and thank you. ~ I went to a restaurant that serves "breakfast at any time" / I ordered French Toast during the Renaissance. ~ |
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dreamgal Member
since 2011-03-17
Posts 442 |
I find that black magic kinda imagery and writing fascinating! The swamps the whole thing. Dreamgal |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Yeah, there are much down here to draw on, that's for sure, Dreamgal. I love this part of the world for that reason. Thank you. ~ I went to a restaurant that serves "breakfast at any time" / I ordered French Toast during the Renaissance. ~ |
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Spiros Zafiris Senior Member
since 2002-10-20
Posts 982Canada |
..bravo Jerry..>>this one's a real gem.. ..>>>spiros ------------- -------- |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Thank you, Spiros, I appreciate it . . . ~ Logical argument is what destroys poetry because poetry is beyond logic.—Robert Graves ~ |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Jerry...Really enjoyed this story. I had a few run ins with those mysterious ladies of the South Louisiana swamps in my youth. They can capture a mans mind and body so easily. Thanks for sharing this...Paul ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Hello Paul, and thank you for stopping by to read and comment on my stuff. Yep. No doubt about it, the Cajun ladies are as fiery as a shot of Tabasco. Gotta love 'em . . . ~ Logical argument is what destroys poetry because poetry is beyond logic.—Robert Graves ~ |
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faithmairee Senior Member
since 2011-01-05
Posts 1441Poe Haven, USA |
Absolutely fascinating, JerryPat...i was intrigued from the very first line...i'm a sucker for any story set in new orleans or any swampy part of louisiana...love, love, love it...superb writing, my friend Love, Faith There must be a poem in here somewhere. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Thank you, Faith. I'm kinda partial to the south Louisiana swamp tales myself. ~ I think we should only read books that wound and stab us.-Kafka ~ |
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Word Weaver Member
since 2011-03-06
Posts 437California, USA |
WOW Jerry. This is written so well I can smell and feel the dampness of the bayou. This write is so magical (no pun intended) that it pulls you in and won't let go until the very last line and then you want to go back and read it again, and again, just as I have. Write on my friend, Marcia
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Marcia, much thanks for your very nice comment. Sometimes, some poem, grab you differently than others. this was one of those to me. I think the swamps are getting to me down here. Haha! ~ I think we should only read books that wound and stab us.-Kafka ~ |
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