Summer night in Biloxi
near home, or never-wanted-to-be Mississipi,
new stocking lines drawn on eager brown legs,
spit and polish khaki brown
cavalry, infantry and airborne
no one sober and no one drunk
except for heavy delta air and heat
and Friday night
FDR and freedom, some Chicago
some Harlem met some backwater South
she had jobs to do now,
New Deal and war so real
he was so handsome
bravery of a lesser America…
they met, danced for this night
the music went suddenly still,
and the sound of shoes on bare wood floor
replaced the beat
women in burgeoning fullness
of flower and prime,
young men facing the soldier's lot
a world at war across the seas
held on to each other so close,
as close as tomorrow
and as certain as the change to come
sloop –sloop- sloop across the floor
dancing to music between hearts
holding... for a lifetime
Please tell me what you think
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this is excellent, i love the mood you capture, it takes the reader there & makes us feel this time..
"no one sober and no one drunk
except for heavy delta air and heat
and Friday night" -- i love these lines...
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Love the imagery, bro. Write on.
Dez
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This is very well done, it's like an audio-visual poem. Your words paint the scene and make the readers hear all what we see there.
Congratulations to this well accomplished work
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Thank you Mari-
this was a thought that has stayed in my mind for a long time, a black experience in the deep south, ww II era... it meant a lot to those folks then...this could be called when mom and dad went to war... h
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Definately something warm about this poem, and now that I've visited your country I can say that I've seen the Mississipi in Memphis and in St. Louis, PK. Lovely poetry that's filled with nostalgia, warmth and romance. A very warm summer's afternoon here in SA too!
~ Nicolette
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Thank you Nicolette
I so agree having a feeling for a place and its people means a lot, we can appreciate things in a different way, I am glad you came to see the USA...PK
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