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



7 comments:

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

    Raindrops"

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

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

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  5. this is sticky in a lovely way.
    masterful stuff.

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