For the next few days I'll repost my prior to Katrina New Orleans poetry.
Susan
Upon the roof high above it all
I look below and ache to call
Please come to me from where you will
I'm way up here and waiting still
You see I reign above it all
For fear that love will make me fall
For wanting more than can be given
For seeking what I know as Heaven
In this place where darkness reigns
Where city lights go untamed
Two blocks from where the Mississippi runs
Where the sound of Blues can come undone
Alas I'm where I ought to be
With my silhouette high above the trees
With eyes shining in the midnight blue
Wishing for more than I could use
Here is happiness in a smile dressed well
In the facade of a lady in her own Hell
For to take less would be unfair
To this Southern woman who waits up here
Its Blues at midnight while New Orleans sleep
And way up here this Rebel weeps.
How can it be wrong to hope for the love of a kindred rebel soul like your own? Knowing you have so much to give. I can feel your longing for appreciation in this, and your disapointment in not receiving it despite your sincerity in the life you live. These are my sentiments also, and you write them down so easily and artfully. Rebellion oft times is the most just of all causes.
The words flow from your pen like cool water to those who thirst to hear. Pierre.
Like Rapunzel in her lofty tower spinning gold from stray waiting for the handsome prince to free her....but she was locked in there by the troll and this woman has locked herself away in safety, yet still longing...as she sings the sooulful blues...
My first time to see this Susan, and a pleasure....
Love, Taylor
Reviewed by Dove JoAnne Cromp (Reader)
Reviewed on August 16, 2006
Wow..This is highly emotional..I need to keep praying for the glory and healing there ~~I think this is Heavens way of asking us to interseed..This is a reminder for me to pray for revival healing there~~Thank you Susan..
YOu know I think you earned that name although I will call you rebeless and thank you for sharing such stunning work with me and your other friends here on the den. Well done Susan.
Actually, George, weeping is good if it can wash the bad away with the tears and come together and do something correctly for a change. This poem was heart-rendering.
From what I have read there was much corruption going on in New Orleans and again after Katrina it still hasn't abated giving one pause to weep for a city that needs to toss out those who place their greed above a City that has been devasted and with it the people who have to live there.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on August 16, 2006
Yep. I remember this, remember it well. Liked it then. Like it now. A lot going on in these verses.
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The words flow from your pen like cool water to those who thirst to hear. Pierre.
Ron
(((HUGS))), love and prayers for Sweet Kate, Mariah, and you, Karla.
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Love Tinka
You have touched all the emotions with this gem!...Eileen
Did the prisoners manage to be saved or did they sink?
A soft yet sad lament in the wake of natures power..
effective and well versed ...
My first time to see this Susan, and a pleasure....
Love, Taylor
Love & Prayers, Dove
Fee
You sing the New Orleans' Blues perfectly...
Shalom
Peter