Thousands of eyes peer blearily from behind masked identities; they glitter with anticipation, waiting for the parade to start. Thousands of hands twitch in eager expectation, preparing to catch the beads being thrown their way, already counting their booty. Thousands of memories second- line their way to my feet, and I sadly dance to the Mardi Gras Song playing a dirge to my heart.
Le Mardi Gras....Oh! hail the King od Mardi Gras...I love the French Quarter during Mardi Gras. The spirit is alive and kicking in The Big Easy. I'll need to look to find my old Mardi Gras poetry.
Love,
Susan
Oh Yes, it's in the colors of their blood, they will be BACK!
...and regardless of the still sad situation, they will drop all to show all, just how easy it is to enjoy life in the midst of sorrow!
Love this!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
A beautiful,sad, melody in this poignant poem, Karla. I'm sure they will celebrate this year,showing their true grit,even with all that is still wrong there. My prayers are still with them. WEll done!
New Orleans may be down, but I hope she comes back; she will return better than ever! You just watch! Then we all can sing the Chanson du Mardi Gras with vim and vigor!! BRAVA, very well done! Love the Mardi Gras coloration in your poem!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin sister, Karen Lynn. :)
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God Bless
Michelle~
Love,
Susan
sadly dance to the Mardi Gras
Song playing a dirge to my heart.
Quite powerful, Karla - it truly isn't the same right now.
Blessings & love,
Joselyn
good write
john+
You have brought the images to life in living color! Outstanding..
Love, Rhonda
Last Mardi Gras, I participated within, I was a jester
I enjoyed and savoured the moment immensley
Love & Peace
William
Love Tinka
tribute the spirit of this great city. Brava!
...and regardless of the still sad situation, they will drop all to show all, just how easy it is to enjoy life in the midst of sorrow!
Love this!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Love,
Eileen
New Orleans may be down, but I hope she comes back; she will return better than ever! You just watch! Then we all can sing the Chanson du Mardi Gras with vim and vigor!! BRAVA, very well done! Love the Mardi Gras coloration in your poem!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin sister, Karen Lynn. :)