Ken Carroll Poet Free verse

Sultry Southern Sunday

Sultry summer deep south
not only a season
or a climate, it is a dimension
I float in it submerged...

A sinuous southern life
oblique and sometimes slow
old beauty in salty thick air
warm blood sea misty and fragrant...

Come forth my pouting southern lady
hazy honeysuckle in the heat
we lie down in green pastures
Sunday love in the valley of death...

We raise the waters of the mighty Mississippi
to a rolling raging boil
our fingers do all of the praying
she anoints my head with oil...

Holy humid sultry Sunday
I choose not to spend it alone
swing low, sweet chariot 
coming for to carry me home...
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Lucilla Carrillo July 18, 2014 at 4:40 PM I love it Ken. It is not good to be alone. I am glad that you know how to spend your Sundays. Thanks for sharing this gem... Lucilla Ken Carroll July 18, 2014 at 4:43 PM Thanks for visiting Lucilla!

Nette Onclaud July 17, 2014 at 6:00 AM how arrestingly melodic this is, ken... one of my faves from you!.. huggs Ken Carroll July 18, 2014 at 2:03 PM Thank you Nette!

Andrea Dietrich July 13, 2014 at 11:07 PM wow, your cup runneth over with Southern charm!!! THAT is ONE GOOD poem, sir!!! a 7 for sure!!! Ken Carroll July 13, 2014 at 11:11 PM Thank you Andrea for the kind visit!

Nette Onclaud July 13, 2014 at 2:53 PM warm feel all over, ken.. i delight in this amazing work!.. huggs Ken Carroll July 13, 2014 at 5:25 PM Thanks for stopping by Nette!

Anne-Lise Andresen July 13, 2014 at 1:48 PM - Ken, it's so beautifully written .... but, feels a little sadness - All the best to you! - oxox // Anne-Lise :) Ken Carroll July 13, 2014 at 5:25 PM Thank you Anne for visiting!