Spanish moss hangs from immemorial oaks.1
Uneven porches, white planks race nowhere.
Gin is silver, still without the yoke.
Trading life for sugar, back from Rome,
A fleet of soft beignets are docked.
Hurricanes come to undress boats.
Everything down liberated throats.
Black magic born of balmy island air
Makes one man sick, while another turns and heads for home.
Hurricanes, uncorked fury in the street,
Look the other way for Jean Laffite.
Behind a veil green oysters keep their secret locked.
The oldest room in the country.
1 'immemorial' stolen from Emerson, Poe and Eliot.
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thanks for the feedback. that's generally what i've gotten so far from friends. they say, 'hey, those are some good images. now go and make it into a poem.' ha! it's true. i have no training. i took one poetry class in college, but i think i spent more time checking out the girl sitting across from me than the poems. i think that can be said for the rest of my college experience as well. what a waste. or not. depends. anyway. you have the images. they might mean more to someone familiar with the essence of New Orleans or more constantly aware of the effects of slavery as part of that history. but such excuses obviously fall in the 'my writing doesn't suck, you do' category, and surely, great art does not depend on reader familiarity. so no excuses. i need to some day make a poem out of it. how can i do this without training? how can i get serious training without going back to school (i mean real school, for writing, like Iowa). how could that happen what with my supposed real job and my unwillingness to risk being lectured to by someone who 'has it all wrong.' i propose that you [go back to school for me] and then fix my poem and then give it back to me. and i say i did it, or we could split it 50/50. how can one pursue a dream without pursuing it? and get rich while they're at.
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