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...ol' new o'lens ...
by Charlie Morgankatrina was a year ago,
and he sang of her today.
when his guitar twanged,
and the harmonica broke-in
chill bumps jostled the air in front of me,
as the sound pierced through it, then my ears.
a harmoniously beautiful wail of tragedy
stabbed my heart with a crying smile.
08/29/2006
Posted on 08/29/2006
Copyright © 2025 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 08/29/06 at 05:19 PM Loved this! The music in New Orleans is haunting. Everywhere you go, the flows are captivating. Even to drums on the levy. Beautiful write. |
| Posted by Angela Nuzzo on 08/30/06 at 05:43 AM I like the idea that even the air has been affected by the tragedy & reacts to the music that it probably remembers & misses. Very nice. |
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