Inside the serenity of the courtyard
walls no pretense echoing remnants
meant for aesthetics of life now only
vacant chairs from young lovers seeking
the neon lights remain
Mystic adventure riding the famous
City of Orleans perhaps conjures up
memory while famous blues play on
Bourbon Street where the ghost of
Pete Fountain can be felt on trumpet
Some would say a city now in decay
Y'at no mercy from the elements to
bring it back for all it's diverse
mysteries so rich of American Heritage
we cannot afford to lose
(c) New Or_Lean(s)
18September2012
Vivian L Dawson
It is so sad that a once great city like New Orleans is suffering from lack of tourism; vacant chairs there should not be empty. You did justice to one of my favorite towns by your poignant poem. May this beloved city recover soon to be the vibrant force of music and entertainment once again!
Joy L. Hale
Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)
Reviewed on September 20, 2012
I think you artfully captured the shadow of this story. "...aesthetics of life now only/vacant chairs..." puts the vanish in the reader's eye. Placing in the ghost trumpet was perfect. ~~ Diana
Magnificent, such beauty to be preserved
You present your lovely prose with a wonderful
picture that is timeless as all these beautiful
things in life should be preserved in such
wonderful romance and setting
President Bush stated it would take years to revamp New Orleans and it most likely will...throughly enjoyed,Vivian...
Deborah
Reviewed by Rory Dall (Reader)
Reviewed on September 20, 2012
Made me think. Mother Nature sure made a mess of that vibrant city. the empty chairs analogy captures its present state pretty well. Hopefully the phoenix will arise once more.
Lady Vivian ~
Trumpet players to hear along with a Jazz band. Jazzy and crisp
the tunes resonate. A wonderful heritage. Enjoyed the city of
life and heart in your poetry.
Nice poetry, Vivian, about one of the most interesting cities I've ever been to. The title with the New or Lean(s) is perfect. As we speak it is on the lean side of that equation. I live sixty mils from New Orleans, but don't go there much. I did my day and nights in the city though and have many memories.
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
Share
Print
Save
Follow
Joy L. Hale
You present your lovely prose with a wonderful
picture that is timeless as all these beautiful
things in life should be preserved in such
wonderful romance and setting
Love and Light
Lily
Deborah
Regis
fee
Trumpet players to hear along with a Jazz band. Jazzy and crisp
the tunes resonate. A wonderful heritage. Enjoyed the city of
life and heart in your poetry.
Lady Mary Ann