Poems by Mona Lisa Saloy
TWO POEMS FROM LOUISIANA’S NEW POET LAUREATE
These are days . . . Days of heavy rains & hurricanes Booming thunder, lightning, & sultry nights When bed sheets stick & ‘Skitoes follow your skin Hum a tease in your ear side up Stinging & blood sucking while you Sleep if you can Water bugs rise from sink drains, from Deeper pipes, mice or rats visit toilets and Private parts of unaware sitters in the dark Between thunder claps that Echo wars of the past & Inner wars of the present-Absent love or hearts heavy with jealousy or Love family full of face with empty pockets-When the lights fail All electrical sound stops Not even white noise No birds yak no dogs bark We marvel at jagged light Streaks across grey-black skies When the air cools & Smells freshly washed in Thundershowers like bombs of water falling We give thanks for such Reminders, what’s important Being here
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Louisiana Lore Why go barefoot in Louisiana? Holy Ground American by birth Louisianans by Grace God’s Country, Chaque corps importe (everybody matters) New Orleans, a Creole Country by Baptism, a Local Call to God
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