Wednesday, March 13, 2019


Poetics Tuesday at dVerse, and we’re
challenged to consider our thoughts
on some of the traditions of the Lenten season
or perhaps the tradition of Mardi Gras in New
Submitted to dVerse Tuesday Poetics
March 13, 2019

Beyond the levee, the mighty Mississippi flows lazily to the ocean.

In the heart of New Orleans, around the area known as “The Quarter”,
it’s Mardi Gras.  The streets fill with marching musicians and elaborate
parade floats from which beads, aluminum doubloons and small treats
are tossed to the raucous crowds of revelers, some in elaborate and
gaudy mache masks, a razzle dazzle potpouri of humanity made up
of tourists and locals including Creole, Cajun, indian,  Spanish, French,
Zulu, and perhaps an occasional voodoo priestess, each bringing their
own ethnic tradition to the frenzied revelry, which continues into the
night, lighted by flaming flambeaux.  The air hangs heavy with the
scent of alcohol, smoke, pralines, King cake and Cajun  cooking.
It is the “festivale supreme”.

…and beyond the levee, the mighty Mississippi still flows lazily
to the ocean.


  1. I love how you put in all the senses i such a fantastic event.

  2. Nice contrast with the calm Mississippi.

  3. I would like to believe the poetic version of the Mississippi flowing on lazily to the sea, but it's unfortunately bound to the iron gag of industry and commerce and its course has been -- is today -- manipulated to keep the cash flow, not the natural water flow. I do like the contrast you portrayed though with the striving to achieve something grandiose right beside the immortal stillness of the mighty river.

  4. awesome! I can feel it. I'd love to be there.
    Mary (CactusHaiku)

  5. I like your contrast between the temporary and the lasting and how you presented it. I enjoyed reading your response to the prompt. :-)

    ~ Imelda