What's
What's new in this weathered house of worship
Widowed from its priests' past?
Why
Why crawfish stew served with warm willing friendship,
o'er fire and brimstone wrath.
Where too
Where too Bonny wee girls gleefully whirl and then curl
In our father's and mother's laps,
Whilst
Whilst fans turn 'neath wooden knurled
Ceiling's narrow ancient slats,
Whetting
Whetting loft stirrings of Kierkegaard,
Cliburn, Prufrock, Freud, and Sarte,
Warbling
Warbling sweet existential love song's lost medicinal art
Of savory discourse at vespers' ends.
What's
What's new in the old red church are my friends.
Augustus / New Orleans, Louisiana / July 1994
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Author:
Augustus (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Poem from 1994: An old church in New Orleans was purchased by university professors and turned into their home. I met and had dinner with the couple and their delightful children. Conversation included music, literature and philosophy. Crawfish is a local delicacy. The poem was sent to them as part of a thank you note.
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That is the best Thank You note I have ever read!
Oh gee wiz. Thanks.
Welcome Augustus!
another winner obviously you're a good friend to have. well done Augustus. joy in the new year. ww
Thanks ww and back ar you.
Wonderfully written and expressed Great write
Thanks Tony
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