Big Easy

Big Easy Poets are the visionaries and the scribes, the records of their time. Many things in my sixty years, but I think that what touched me most deeply was Hurricane Katrina. New Orleans has been a point of fascination for me. To see, has tued to rubble and mud was a profound shock. This event was the fact that no matter what time or age, natural disasters and can not happen. He taught us that there are players, but on a stage, and wrote the Mother Nature plays no matter the time or Tides.Big EasyMagnolia honey-air, heavy with heat.   Kudzu vine twinning, knitting in the city.   Spanish moss of the old masks hoyden,   and forward thinking, and fans keep pretty.Shutters slow mixing   the stifling heat of the afteoon under control.   Lanais and balconies, where the shrine,   People rest until cool enough to play.Languid, lazy persistence of mosquitoes,   Enervated hands to crush on.   Honky Tonk Down Bourbon is a whisper,   Birds and butterflies in front of the heat day.Bawdy houses and villas, quaint cafes.   Charm oozes from the Big Easy? I pore.   Secrets and antiques languishing behind   antique shops, with their old doors.Now a muddy ruin of the earth destroyed.   No more Mardi Gras and ladies tees, or disorder.   Only a river of debris and muddy water is increasing.   And the Big Easy is dying as quiets.Can chaos again as in the south, has long ago?   They can get their skirts and refuse to fade?   A woman in the South, a strong woman, Defiant   under his Petticoats, Big Easy, quality! Sherry Asbury is a freelance writer who writes about the time of 'soul, when they occur. It is believed, poetry therapy, and is presented as a reminder of events in life. Sherry lives in Portland Oregon with her two rescue-ferrets, Amber and Rascal.