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N'Awlins Nights
by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
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Tantalizing aromas
entice the senses
with delicious hints
of pleasure that
could be mine, if
I'll only step inside.

A bluesy guitar sings
my pain up and down
the street, begging me
to join the chorus
I know so well, if
I'll only step inside.

Dancers parade their wares
with sinous moves,
tempting the mind
with dark images
to be enjoyed if
I'll only step inside.

Cajun music waltzes
out of open doors,
two steps 'round my head,
takes me by the hand;
fun to be had, if
I'll only step inside.

Promises of free drink
stagger from the bars,
hiccups in my face,
puddles at my feet;
it's on the house, if
I'll only step inside.

Magick incantations
invite communion
with undead spirits,
voodoo'ed zombies; I
will understand if
I'll only step inside.

N'Awlins of the past:
I'll always recall
the sounds and tastes of
the Crescent City ...
will people ever
remember what I do?

(c) 2006, Karla Dorman.

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Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen	3/23/2006

Wow Karla this was one amazing write, I am never cease to be amazed by your pen GOd Bless Michelle!




Reviewed by Carole Mathys	3/23/2006

You really captured the old flavor of a unique city, Karla! love and peace, Carole




Reviewed by Missy Cross	3/23/2006

This lyrical enchantment is a literary New Orleans all unto itself. So glad I stepped inside. I have read no more fitting tribute to the city than yours. Thanks for this!




Reviewed by Tinka Boukes	3/23/2006

Well written Karla!! Love Tinka




Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater	3/22/2006

Great capture, Karla. Each line is a string of beads, all colors awash in great memories. You will write about New Orleans when she comes in new. She'll be back! Sage




Reviewed by Susan de Vegter	3/22/2006

I remember very well. I lived on South Peters in the Garden District while I worked as a traveling manager there in New Orleans. We had a shop and gallery on Bourbon and another at the Riverwalk. From the busy waterfront to the French Quarter New Orleans was a great Lady of many accents, smells and music that constantly made every night a "New Orleans moment". That will never disappear as it lives on in the spirit of the people today. It will be delayed but it will be back. This is a wonderful tribute to a GREAT LADY..ne-olens" Love and peace, Susan




Reviewed by E T Waldron	3/22/2006

Karla I agree with the others this poem is superb writing. The imagery is spot on and captivating. Eileen




Reviewed by Felix Perry	3/22/2006

Images of the Cajun nightlife so vivid I almost believed I was there. felix




Reviewed by Jake George	3/22/2006

Loved it. Good visuals and use of prose to tell the story. Step inside Karla...




Reviewed by A PAX	3/22/2006

Oh love this I have never been there but you made a cerebral video here for me and i stepped inside :) pax A




Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher	3/22/2006

A great and somehow, longing write, Love, Birgit and Roger




Reviewed by Walker Jackson (Reader)	3/22/2006

Vivid imagery of the Creasant City. It's my kind of Town.




Reviewed by jude forese	3/22/2006

festive and upbeat ... a mysterious city indeed ...




Reviewed by Peter Paton	3/22/2006

Jerry is right below... New Orleans is one wicked city, but what a wicked city...lols It could give give Sin City a run for its money...:) Enjoyed the Cajun flavor in this inspired write... Love Peter




Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson	3/22/2006

Ohhhh Karla! I like this splendid poem! It's tauntingly mesmerizing!




Reviewed by Mr. Ed	3/22/2006

I was in the French Quarter very recently, and it truly is coming back strong; wish I could say the same for the rest of the city. But this is a wonderful poem to good ole N'Awlin Nights.




Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado	3/22/2006

Karla~ Wonderful imagery in this compassionate write; all we can do is pray that she arises from the floodwaters of poverty bigger and better than ever, a place where ALL people can coexist in peace and harmony! Very well done; brava! (((HUGS))) and much love, your twin sister, Karen Lynn. :( >tears <




Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)	3/22/2006

Yep. Me too, Karla. I have some memories to write a book about in that wicked city. This was VERY good.

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