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Bourbon Street

My beloved late husband and I
once strolled down Bourbon Street,
on a mild winter's afternoon.
The musicians enchanted the
atmosphere,
as sparrows lent their own songs.
We dined on gumbo al fresco
with friends,
Spanish Moss clothed ancient trees.
It wasn't yet Mardi Gras,
but we felt so festive,
with her old-time buildings
and eccentric people,
all those years ago.

This New Year's Day,
New Orleans mourns again,
her heart has the wound of loss,
as some of her innocent revelers
died an untimely and unforseen death.
The city of celebration,
candlelit for remembrance. ~
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Rodrigues Avatar
January 3, 2025 at 12:31 PM
I was there this Summer. We mourn with them! I have to say, we were told not to be out at night by ourselves, so the city was not safe even then…perhaps it will be safer in the end!! I grieve for all those young people! It could happen anywhere. When I was in Chicago, I was totally aware, when walking down street with kids, after fireworks, that we were vulnerable. Pray for peace! Hugs
Elliott Avatar
January 8, 2025 at 9:31 AM
Hi Kim, it's so sad, prayers all around. Thank you so much for taking the time to read and review my elegy poem. Have a good Wednesday afternoon. Blessings. ~
Wolf Avatar
January 2, 2025 at 8:06 PM
Very moving final two lines, Regina. May New Orleans and America see better days, once we stop releasing criminals who should be put away and stop admitting any and all comers to our beleaguered shores.
Elliott Avatar
January 3, 2025 at 10:00 AM
Thank you, Gershon, for taking the time to read and comment on my poem. I pray for the U.S., she is struggling. Biden and Harris made it worse. Shabbat Shalom, good friend.
Bauer Avatar
January 2, 2025 at 1:17 PM
very touching and well said...
Elliott Avatar
January 3, 2025 at 9:56 AM
Thank you so much, Ilene. So thoughtful of you to stop by and give me a good review. I pray for the U.S. every day. There needs to be a healing in the land. Many blessings to you.
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