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Author Name: Premiumsheedreams 19 Comments
Date Added: November 21, 2009 17:11:21 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Like Evangeline...
 
Like Evangeline...
 
our souvenir photo taken in New Orleans
 memories march like a Dixieland band
waiting on the Delta Queen
scent of boiled crawfish in the air
so heavy I can taste it
 
 walking down Bourbon Street
under your big umbrella
  two hearts woven like wisteria vines
whispering forever promises in the rain
time stood still
 
 the poem, Evangeline
always inspired weighty emotions in me
like a cloud promising rain
if ever seperated by cruel circumstances
our pledge: to meet again under southern skies
nothing would keep us apart
 
it's not my photograph on your mantle 
has it been thirty years?
I've visited the Big Easy many times
  heard you have too...
 cocktail in hand, various tones of jazz
seep from every doorway
endless array of shapes and colors
like a puzzle...with a few missing pieces
 
When I was a kid the song
"laissez les bon temps rouler"
 echoed from the swamps
 "let the good times roll"
 gone is the historical magic of New Orleans
grab bag full of three wishes spent 
where is the "joie de vivre?"...the joy of living
time to come out of the rain
no parade down Bourbon Street
no more moon pies dropping from Cajun skies
Tell me, my Gabriel...
have you forgotten whispered promises?
 
so many years ago
 
like Evangeline...
"something says in my heart that near me
Gabriel wanders. Is it a foolish dream
or an idle, vague superstition?"
 
"...urged by a restless longing, the hunger and
 thirst of the spirit...
commence again my endless search"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Author's Notes:
In 1847 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow published an epic poem entitled, Evangeline.  She and her betrothed, Gabriel were seperated just weeks before their wedding.  They were forced to leave their homeland in Novia Scotia and thus settled in Louisiana, the home of the Cajun  (Acadian)  people.  These young lovers searched for each other throughout their stormy lives...the quote is from the poem, Evangeline.   While living in Louisiana for most of my adult life my family settled in Evangeline Parish (county)... the parish that bears her name.   Travis, thank you ever so much for the inspiring words that swept my mind to bring forth this story...the words were:
 
there's no parade    moon pies dropping     grab bag full of ______       I could taste it
 
Dixie Land band     so many years ago     it has been thirty years    souvenir photo
 
the scent of boiled crawfish     coctail in hand     time stood still    when i was a kid
 
historical magic     photograph on the mantle    endless array of shapes
 
I also want to add a word of thanks to bwmayer who suggested I do some editing to refine this piece...thanks for your great suggestions.
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Comments:
Comment By: Freejakemcqueen on April 23, 2010 12:32:02 PM Report
Beautiful poem, makes me want to visit new orleans, soon!

 

                                                                                                                   Dr. Jay

Comment By: FreeHenry M. on March 14, 2010 06:38:38 PM Report
A very well written poem Linda, she is a grand city and has stood up to the test of time and Mother Nature! Congratulations on the award.   Henry
Comment By: FreeSteve on December 27, 2009 05:54:42 PM Report

Congratulations on a wonderful poem.  My brother lived in New Orleans and I have visited several times.  


Comment By: FreeAlfred on December 6, 2009 06:52:44 PM Report
New Orleans always has a magic of its own. I see a picture of a little boy playing a musical instrument and he says to me, " Throw me sumptin', mister."
Comment By: FreeRoger Bacon on December 6, 2009 01:17:00 AM Report
This was a treat to read.  Congrats on your award!
Comment By: FreeThe Bag Lady on December 5, 2009 01:39:03 PM Report
OHHhhh, yes~!!  Great that you got this AWARD, as you WELL deserved it~!!  As we said earlier, that it was a great work of words~!!  I am so proud that you won,.....Thanks for the posting and sharing....CONGRATZ~!!
Hugs, Margaret....

Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on December 5, 2009 12:01:22 AM Report
Congratulations...I knew this one was a winner from the moment I read it! Great phrases given & excellent development of them. I love this composition...very deserving of the recognition given! =))

 

~Barbara~

Comment By: FreeAndrew on December 3, 2009 04:33:11 PM Report
Congratulations on a richly deserved award - always enjoy seeing a truly skilled storyteller recognized!
Comment By: TrialAnn on December 2, 2009 05:57:14 PM Report
Congratulations! Nice work.
Comment By: FreeCindy Bendel on December 2, 2009 04:41:47 PM Report
excellent work....thoroughly enjoyed this fine piece. congrats on a well deserved award.
~cindy 

Comment By: Freeb w mayer on December 1, 2009 10:26:22 AM Report
Congratulations...I am so happy you are being awarded the featured poem award for this excellent piece!!
Comment By: FreeTanya Harrison on November 30, 2009 12:33:52 PM Report

This was a beautiful poem Linda Jo!  It is without a doubt worthy of this award.  Congratulations, my Sister!


Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on November 30, 2009 08:11:03 AM Report
Linda Jo:  Super congrats for the Feature Poem Award!!!

So deserving........

 

Lady D

Comment By: FreeHarold Ham McLelland on November 22, 2009 12:56:39 PM Report
I can hear the zydeco band playing at the "fay do do" in the French Quarter of the Big Easy...   But to find one's cher lover there in the Crescent City, is ca c'est bon...  Why all of a sudden do I have a craving for some pecan pie with a dollop of vanilla ice cream???
Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on October 17, 2009 03:45:12 PM Report
I can almost taste the Jumbop.......Great imagery, Linda Jo...Nice job of working in the word bank....PS..I think Dixieland is one word.. :o)...len
Comment By: Freeb w mayer on October 17, 2009 02:29:06 PM Report
What a great piece...it is so good yet I think if you would edit it a bit, maybe remove 10% of the excess...what would remain would be tremendous!!
Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on October 16, 2009 02:14:26 AM Report
This was a great find tonight. There is a lot to be appreciated in this poem. I found it awakened my senses...just a real delight Linda. Wonderful penning! Travis gives good phrases and you work your magic. KUDOS to both of you!

 

~Barbara~

Comment By: FreeThe Bag Lady on October 15, 2009 10:54:22 AM Report
Again, Ljo, you have graced us with a masterpiece of poetry that one can tell came directly from the heart...One only relishes the description of memories that you write about....I love the Big Easy, it holds gentle memories for me as well....This is lovely, and your use of the word bank list of words is "spot on"...As always, a treat to read something that comes from your thoughts....thank you for sharing...
Margaret.....the baglady, lovin' N.O. and pralines....

Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on October 15, 2009 12:36:44 AM Report
What does one say?? After reading this....




 


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