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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
Misty morning New Orleans. Sidewalk, ramble worn smooth, cracked through bloodshot eyes, stoned puddles, streetlights sketch black and white rainbows through the fog. Steps into blocks, turn till I am finally home, too chilled for October. What is this? A fire already seduces from hearth, ‘Come rest, come warm’. How can that be, has someone visited? No, see… only figments warm echo of imagination still hang from the night. Was it just then, I held her? Misty mornings still postcards, signed with love. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Is that a beignet in your pocket or are you just really glad to see me?  New Orleans is a haunting city--and you captured her well...she is the quintessence of the present longing for the past. A very nice metaphor for your own longing here. And if that was unintentional? fake it!  laughing. Glad to have you back home Dunc. Thanks for the postcard. I collect 'em yanno. |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (smiles) Awwwwwwww, I just love this, sweet friend, and may your heart always be delivered with the beauty of loves postage stamps across your eyes! (big hugggsssss) This is gorgeous, sweet friend, I love it, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Duncan, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
an interesting departure from the norm for you D - i think i like it... as much for the different approach as the execution. the metaphor comes through clearly... them home fires and such. peace m'man. |
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Tracey Member Elite
since 2001-08-29
Posts 2808where insanity meets breeding |
Sounds familiar…sounds like a postcard I once sent… the French Quarter on a misty moring. I remember the scene…I remember the time….familiar place…love in it’s prime. You can never win or lose |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Stretch out by candlelight, sip a tall R&C, rub the dog's belly, and be glad for what you had. Ya, right. Misty hugs to ya. BTW, new PC, new email is [email protected]. Not set up for chat yet, but soon. |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
It's been years since I visited New Orleans, but this poem still sounds like I remember it. I really like New Orleans, but haven't been there since I went to visit my brother and his family when they lived in Donaldsonville, I think was the name of the little town. It was near Baton Rouge. He is up in Missouri, near St. Louis, now. "Love makes the world go around" |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Sidewalk, ramble worn smooth, cracked through bloodshot eyes, stoned puddles, streetlights sketch black and white rainbows through the fog. Steps into blocks, turn till I am finally home, too chilled for October ================================= only figments warm echo of imagination still hang from the night. Was it just then, I held her? Misty mornings still postcards, signed with love. ============================= only you could distill a post card Love the imagery in this...and the subtle haunted ache to it...written so it wraps around the reader like a fog of longing. very cool write Dunc...i see the blue flame glowing in the fog.... better be careful...someone might mistake ya for a moth No one has ever shown me how to see the world the way I see it now ... |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
you've long been one of my favorites here... and it is pieces like this that made you so... |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I was interrupted last night when I first read this, but the haunting remained, and I see Serenity has answered this in her complimentary way... I once wrote of N'Orleans... and she gifted me with a similar comment... and that, Sir is a good thing. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...James |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
"Was it just then, I held her? Misty mornings still postcards, signed with love." Hey Cowboy, this is a bit different from you, and a heck of a lot longer too LOL anyway, I like this very much  |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Enjoyed the story line, and the scenery. Great write. ThisDiamond |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Hi Duncan, this is full of beautiful images. Nice work. Sandra |
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quietlydying
since 2001-06-10
Posts 935the wonderful land of oz |
impressive. very. i have this odd love for new orleans, despite the fact that i've never been.  this was a very strongly written piece. so beautiful. i must admit i wasn't taken that much by the last line, but the rest of it really captured me. /jen/ what if they gave a war, and nobody came... |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
"Sidewalk, ramble worn smooth, cracked through bloodshot eyes, stoned puddles, streetlights sketch black and white rainbows through the fog." Wonderful imagery Duncan ... you've set a beautifully haunting mood in this piece, just lovely! Best wishes, /Kit |
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Connel
since 2002-11-04
Posts 736Florida, USA |
Great poem... Thank you for sharing. I wish to become a great poet some day, but it will only come in time. Til then, I shall write my poems, and wait. |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
You painted a soulful picture here, Duncan... I can almost hear the blues music playing in the background... I loved the imagery ~ lots of soulful hugsLyra |
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