mystic and masked
seraphs trace the tips of
voodoo needles
tease the smoke of soul
scatters of crystal beads
reward the jaded
who flee distant realms
for a taste of je ne sais quoi
Fat Tuesday
jives along the Quarter
sings out to drying bones
graved in roadside attics
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35 comments:
I like this - it brings a touch of the sinister to Mardi Gras instead of just the usual drunken revelry.
those last two lines really brought Katrina flooding back into my mind. Excellent poem Tumble.
Your words make me feel and think..and remember...beautiful
I've said it before and I'll say it again - it never ceases to amaze me how you say so much in so few words! This one is so dark. Terrific.
Wonderful piece and wouldn't we all love just a taste of je ne sais quoi.....
WOW, you give a whole new meaning to Mardi Gras - brilliant as always, Thank YOU!
A very well-written poem!
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Beautifully done!
yes, I agree with the comments above. Brilliant!
I really enjoyed your poem. Thank you for taking the time to visit my blog and comment. I absolutely love your "About me" description! :)
Very visual...
Dark, powerful, brooding. Nice.
Ir also sounds like my desk when I used to make jewelry.
Oh, I loved this.
You've totally captured the spirit of Carnival / Mardi Gras
this is a shivery delight. temps and warns at the same time.
This sounds really professional. I like the verbs that you chose to use especially - tease, flees, and jives.
Exquisite use of language. Excellent poem. Peace, JP/deb
Beautifully written, you made it come alive. My brother is flying there today for the first time.
I am feeling exactly where you are!
graved in roadside attics....
i love that line.
as usual my anticipation to read your post was justly rewarded!
Great poem. I enjoyed reading it and your blog.. Have a great weekend..
The sounds here give a definite rhythm. I can feel the energy of the carnival.
thanks for the ticket to carnival, enjoyed much!
Ah! Unique, mysterious, and vivid. Loved it.
There isn't one wasted word in here! Such excellent writing!
Mardi Gras..... leaves me wondering if I'd really enjoy going or are the stories more fun to hear. Beautiful!
Dee
http://pavinganewroad.wordpress.com/
Pounding words -- they beat a rythym of their own to tell their tale. Very good.
Penelope Anne
http://wannabeawritersomeday.blogspot.com/2008/01/sunday-scribblings-date.html
so colourful and succinct!
well done!
Your wonderful poem reminds me how much I miss New Orleans. There is no place quite like it, even after Katrina. Thanks for bringing back some wonderful memories.
ooooh... this is way too hard for me!!
thsi brough a lot of images jostling in my mind...soem sinister...some exciting...you sure packed a punch there with your 3 stanzas..amazing!
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i ken her dem ol bones rattlin..and im afraid to open my eyes...
Fat Tuesday. What a great choice of a date.
Once again you push my mind and create a vision! The rhythm and the sounds of New Orleans began with one word, "voodoo."
You are good!
Thank you.
Sherry
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