asks us to engage in abstract use
of the senses. I’m not sure I hit the
mark.
Submitted to dVerse Poetics
May, 2017
A late Spring day sends shade songs
from the overhanging maples. I sit
on the deck, my latest novel ("Sold Down
the River") at hand, and find myself lost in
soft Cajun patois, spicy jambalaya calling
my name, a visiting jay casting voodoo spells
and dark promises. I taste pipe smoke, chalks,
oil paints, euphoria and despair of artists who
display their wares on the wrought iron fences
of Jackson Square. I inhale New Orleans
from the pages of my novel. The day is
lush with green, and I am blush with happy.
Perfectly in the abstract zone, Bev; nice job. Our style was very similar, so I could easily follow your poetic absurdities. We had some fun today; smile.
ReplyDeleteI love how you can taste and see the images of New Orleans as you read your novel. That's a good book to get lost, while the day is lush with green.
ReplyDeleteI love the feel of this Bev...like Jazz.
ReplyDeleteWonderful. You take me there.
ReplyDeleteI love this - you took me there. Inhaling our world...
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
This is lovely!❤️ Nicely done, Beverly
ReplyDeleteNow that's a great way to introduce the senses, through a novel. Very clever
ReplyDeleteI love the French Quarter ... the music, the art, the food. This is a fantastic poem. Thank you for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteThis is my favorite section:
"the River") at hand, and find myself lost in
soft Cajun patois, spicy jambalaya calling
my name, a visiting jay casting voodoo spells
and dark promises. I taste pipe smoke, chalks,
oil paints, euphoria and despair"
I liked the "blush with happy" coming after "lush with green".
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love the line "Jays casting voodoo spells" because now the you mention it that is just how they sound. Wonderful write!
ReplyDeleteWonderful. I like the way you confused our senses,especially this...
ReplyDelete"I taste pipe smoke, chalks,
oil paints, euphoria and despair of artists who
display their wares on the wrought iron fences
of Jackson Square."
I love how you fill your poem with senses - and how the happy feels so calm when it rushes from the pages of a book.
ReplyDeleteI've never been to New Orleans and don't know too much about it, Bev, but you've given me a taste for overhanging maples, soft Cajun patois and spicy jambalaya. It sounds like a vibrant place and I love the phrase'blush with happy'!
ReplyDeleteIncorporating the book's details for your surroundings..very well done...nice rhythm;)
ReplyDeleteI could taste this poem! I like how you weave the sensations into the book, yet another sensory pleasure.
ReplyDeletePerfection!
ReplyDeleteThis is great. Feel like I am there. :)
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