I wrote this poem several years ago about the Big Easy. New Orleans lived like a city existing on borrowed time, her system of levies protecting her all these years. But time came a'calling. I can't believe what has become of her...what her nights have become.
Yellow lights throw pale shadows everywhere Hiding strangers who chance to meet Like the music that sweeps her streets Escaping from each brightly-colored door at all times
Pitch and tone jib from block to block but never its flavor Like eating gumbo in the rain Each bite different, but the same Escaping from palates dulled by culinary crimes
Strangely familiar, darkly illuminating Giving shelter from the storm Giving comfort to the worn Escaping to the nights when New Orleans shines
Excellent portrayal of what New Orleans was. Let's pray that it can be that way again only revamped, restructured and rebuilt the way it should have been before Katrina hit. The world is seeing what poverty breeds and we are too rich of a Nation to continue to not deal with these types of problems and issues...as I am sure we all see and feel the backlash of what could have been avoided in this great Country.
(((((((((HUGS)))))))))))) and prayers...what more can I say?? Heartbreaking, absolutely heartwrenching! God be with Louisiana and the Gulf Coast as they recover from this horror!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears <
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great reflective
A historical depicting of "The Nights of New Orleans".
I enjoyed the reading of this composition named,
"The Nights of New Orleans".
I salute You, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
T h a n k y o u.
Regis
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears <