Saturday, May 30, 2009

Savannah, Georgia



While rivers running through swamps
Blues
wanders along streets
softens sweaty shadows of oaks ---

Storms came and went
Oh Georgia
as humid as southern rain
my memory vaporizes
like Jazz
hovering above Savannah


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7 comments:

  1. Judy RoneyMay 15, 2011 at 8:30 PM

    Wow, I can feel the heat and the humidity in Savannah as I read this. Great descriptions!

    Raindrops"

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  2. The PoetMay 15, 2011 at 8:39 PM

    I really do feel the heat and sticky humidity with this one.
    Too much sun, heat & sticky humidity makes me miserable. Oh the joys of summer!

    Nicely done & thanks for sharing.

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  3. Yun YiMay 15, 2011 at 8:46 PM

    thanks Judy Roney & Andy!

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  4. Liz Rice-SosneMay 16, 2011 at 1:20 PM

    I can feel and sense the humidity. A wonderful poem for so few words. Very evocative.

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  5. Yun YiMay 16, 2011 at 3:24 PM

    @Liz, thanks! I do miss Savannah, whenever I feel humidity:-)

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  6. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallMay 16, 2011 at 5:33 PM

    this is sticky in a lovely way.
    masterful stuff.

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  7. Yun YiMay 16, 2011 at 6:32 PM

    thanks Jingle!

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