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Cpat Hair

Member Patricius

since 2001-06-05

Posts 11793

0 posted 2003-01-23 10:33 AM

The dead are buried above ground
Because coffins push up to the surface
In any grave dug there.
Souls do not rest
As easy in sunlight
As they do 6 feet under.

No one really dies in New Orleans,
She wakes all eventually
And leads them to the crowds
Of Bourbon or Magazine
Where they mingle and touch
Where they sing of the river
Where they dance without blood

Come dawn
Her pale face changes
As she puts wisps of fog
Back in place
Leaving crooked grin
Of monuments
To the sinners

and sunlight burns dead eyes
in gardens
Of crypts
where they all wait
to hear her beckon
late shadows

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

1 posted 2003-01-23 10:35 AM

No one really dies in New Orleans,
She wakes all eventually
And leads them to the crowds
Of Bourbon or Magazine
Where they mingle and touch
Where they sing of the river
Where they dance without blood

~*~

chills...

garysgirl

Member Laureate

since 2002-09-29

Posts 19237
Florida, USA

2 posted 2003-01-23 10:38 AM

Capt. Ron, this one does have an eerie feeling........but written with excellence, as is usual with your poetry....

"Love makes the world go around"
~~with love and hugs from Ethel~~

regards2you
Member Elite

since 2002-10-01

Posts 3940
California

3 posted 2003-01-23 10:46 AM

The last three lines of the first stanza, I think I shall frame!
Love them!

Also enjoyed the rest of the poem.
Insightful of much....

Thanks, Pat

..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons..
"Desiderata"

Duncan
Member Ascendant

since 2001-08-07

Posts 5455

4 posted 2003-01-23 11:14 AM

Adding wooden stake and holy water to grocery list...

scorpio
Member Ascendant

since 2002-10-02

Posts 5178
right...there

5 posted 2003-01-23 12:10 PM

The dance of the macabre...well written, Ron..

believe in what your heart feels...

Earth Angel
Member Empyrean

since 2002-08-27

Posts 40215
Realms of Light

6 posted 2003-01-23 12:32 PM

Captain, I was in one of those graveyards (just visiting!) in New Orleans as a hurricane was brewing. The skies grew dark and the winds began howling--or were they the tortured screams of the dead?*?
Your chilling poem vividly brought back haunting memories!

You certainly can create an atmosphere!

Hugs
Linda

Martie

Moderator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

7 posted 2003-01-23 01:36 PM

Ron--I've always enjoyed wandering around cemeteries, reading names and dates, feeling something spirit born. I've felt it in a positive way, but this poem and your experience, chilled me. You have a talent for creating such real atmosphere. Well done!

mirror man
Senior Member

since 2001-01-08

Posts 814

8 posted 2003-01-23 03:01 PM

I knew when I read the first line this had to be about New Orleans. Enjoyed this very much.

Enchantress
Member Empyrean

since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

9 posted 2003-01-23 03:08 PM

...Fantastic!!...

~Time has cast a spell on you,
So you won't ever forget me~

serenity blaze
Member Empyrean

since 2000-02-02

Posts 27738

10 posted 2003-01-23 06:35 PM

http://www.angelfire.com/freak2/theatersniper/FLEMINGPLANTATION.html

This is the cemetary I was telling you about. I still go there from time to time. It's beautiful. Especially in spring, when the iris are in full bloom. It is quite a romantic spot for a picnic...but? heh..these things must be timed...grinning, there IS a tour boat that passes every other hour.

(mmmhmm. Somewhere? Somebody brought home some interesting photos...)sheesh.

hugs you.

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