I traced the Mississippi river with my finger from the sky
and the people here have kind eyes
and hero hands
and I am a voodoo love machine
hurricane gangster
in New Orleans
and the air hangs thick
with heat
and sex
and hope
and not so long ago
underwater
sadness broken
things fall apart
and then I sat on the concrete stoop
outside of the bar that I never knew existed
and I reframed my mind
GO! xoxo
7 comments:
I love NOLA and you captured the voodoo magic of the city perfectly.
My poem celebrates Fairies.
Oh, I wish I was with you!
Here's mine: http://secretagentmama.com/blog/2011/04/15/five-minute-breakfast-poem-three/
Love it. Always.
I was not feeling very poetic this morning but I managed to post something. xo
Here's mine! http://www.schmutzie.com/schmoetry/2011/4/15/sucked-up-into-pockets.html
Did I remember to thank you for this? Because I'm loving it.
I second Sizzle... love it, always.
http://lightningbugsinamasonjar.blogspot.com/2011/04/five-minute-breakfast-poems-3.html
My favorite line is...
the whole blasted thing! I love your writing voice, Amy, and in a few words, you act as teacher. :)
I popped over before you had posted this, and left my link on an earlier post, but I'll copy it here for convenience.
the art of friendship
http://www.pensieve.me/2011/04/art-of-friendship.html
You are so talented, mama! Love it.
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