It could be that whatever saint undertook the protection of this city knew they had to slow the pace with the weather or it would get entirely out of hand.
As I was reading Jonathan’s poem, I couldn't help but be struck by how beautifully it captures the essence of nature's resilience and the magic that seems to surround us, even in the thick of life's storms.
The first line alone is so evocative. It reminds me of that classic play by Tennessee Williams, "A Streetcar Named Desire." Just like in that story, this poem seems to be hinting at the way our own hopes and dreams can sometimes feel like they're at the mercy of forces beyond our control.
But then, as I read on, I found myself feeling this sense of hope and renewal. The way the poet describes the sunrise coming after a night of flash floods - it's a reminder that no matter how dark things may seem, there's always the promise of a new day waiting just around the corner.
And the way the Mississippi River is described as a "magician" - it's such a powerful image. It makes me think of all those stories Mark Twain used to tell about life on the river, and how there was always this sense of trickery and illusion at play. Jonathan seems to be suggesting that there's something almost supernatural about the way the river winds its way down to the Gulf, constantly changing and transforming the world around it.
In the end, what I take away from this poem is a profound sense of awe at the power and mystery of the natural world. It's a reminder that even in the face of great obstacles and challenges, there is always the potential for growth, change, and renewal. And that, is a message that I think we could all benefit from hearing from time to time.
The juxtaposition of the passion of the area against the backdrop of the weather provides a powerful tension.
Thanks, Stan. I like the juxtaposition of your comments with my poem.
It could be that whatever saint undertook the protection of this city knew they had to slow the pace with the weather or it would get entirely out of hand.
I like this theory.
Excellent, Jonathan!
Thank you, Paul!
As I was reading Jonathan’s poem, I couldn't help but be struck by how beautifully it captures the essence of nature's resilience and the magic that seems to surround us, even in the thick of life's storms.
The first line alone is so evocative. It reminds me of that classic play by Tennessee Williams, "A Streetcar Named Desire." Just like in that story, this poem seems to be hinting at the way our own hopes and dreams can sometimes feel like they're at the mercy of forces beyond our control.
But then, as I read on, I found myself feeling this sense of hope and renewal. The way the poet describes the sunrise coming after a night of flash floods - it's a reminder that no matter how dark things may seem, there's always the promise of a new day waiting just around the corner.
And the way the Mississippi River is described as a "magician" - it's such a powerful image. It makes me think of all those stories Mark Twain used to tell about life on the river, and how there was always this sense of trickery and illusion at play. Jonathan seems to be suggesting that there's something almost supernatural about the way the river winds its way down to the Gulf, constantly changing and transforming the world around it.
In the end, what I take away from this poem is a profound sense of awe at the power and mystery of the natural world. It's a reminder that even in the face of great obstacles and challenges, there is always the potential for growth, change, and renewal. And that, is a message that I think we could all benefit from hearing from time to time.
Wow, thank you so much Gloria.
You are most welcome.
Ooh, the words play well in this one.
Thanks, Mark.
Jazztown riff.
Excellent, thanks Malcolm.
From and In Nola myself!
Whoa! Howdy from Canal St.
Confess. You slept in. ;^)
I have a poetic license to do so.
Poetic license to sleep in is better than a license to kill. But methinks the sunrise missed you.
There was no sunrise, Einstein