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JerryPat2
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since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

0 posted 2013-10-18 07:39 AM

I speak of the bayou
it is introduced in many of my poems
Bayou Lafourche
that, then is my bayou's name
and, in the twilight of day
no matter what kind of day it has been
the bayou soothes my troubles
and, if the night is clear
the stars seem to point me in the right direction
it liberates me
in a kind of mystical séance
from the days' stress and tumultuousness
I become enmeshed
within this wonderful moment
alone
watching the dark water
flow slowly by in the light of a pale, pale moon
something take me over
giving thought to those I know
I see their faces
silently I ask
are we the kind of friends
that my sadness is your sadness
can you experience
and understand my devotion to you
can you feel my anguish
my breath
is it your echo
ahhh . . .
rippling sounds
focus my attention back to Bayou Lafourche
as if it was chastising me
for daring to ask
such personal question
the ripples become giggles
at the old man
standing quite along
on the bayou's edge
waiting for answers
which will never come
matters not
I have all the answers I really need

(c)October 14, 2013 / Jerry Pat Bolton

~*~ Your past is just a story. Once you realize this, it has no power over you. ~*~

EmmaRose
Senior Member

since 2011-03-02

Posts 1376
Midwest

1 posted 2013-10-18 03:01 PM

ripples become giggles. I like that

So wonderful to have the free luxury of a beach, a bayou, a mountain etc..to draw strength, inspiration and serenity from. I often wonder how people living in high traffic cities of sidewalks and high towers
find this gift. I am just so happy to be near the shore and the forest. And you, the bayou

JerryPat2
Member Laureate

since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

2 posted 2013-10-18 03:35 PM

I wrote many a poem about the city scene, and they were all, for the most past with a "mean street" theme. I think it is also your frame of mind in regards to how you compose your poems. Thank you, Emma, you always come around, hardly anyone does anymore.

~*~ Your past is just a story. Once you realize this, it has no power over you. ~*~

nakdthoughts
Member Laureate

since 2000-10-29

Posts 19200
Between the Lines

3 posted 2013-10-19 08:20 AM

Karen use to talk about this area of the country. I have never been there, have hoped to visit sometime. Your words paint the picture for me, for now.
Thank you.

M

Lori Grosser Rhoden
Member Patricius

since 2009-10-10

Posts 10202
Fair to middlin' of nowhere

4 posted 2013-10-19 08:20 AM

The moon is my bayou. Wondering who is seeing it too. Wonderful wistful in your poem Jerry.

Lori

JerryPat2
Member Laureate

since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

5 posted 2013-10-19 09:00 AM

Yes, Karen didn't live too far from me, M, and it is a nice part of the world down here. Thanks.

~*~ Your past is just a story. Once you realize this, it has no power over you. ~*~

JerryPat2
Member Laureate

since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

6 posted 2013-10-19 09:01 AM

Thanks for sharing your bayou, Lori.

~*~ Your past is just a story. Once you realize this, it has no power over you. ~*~

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