The earth may not be flat,
But New Orleans is.
Swamps surround the city built on swamps,
A city ever sinking but never sunk.
We walk on water, you might say,
Though perhaps not by faith.
We have no hills or mountains,
Just a dome and some mausoleums
Set against splendid sunsets.
Live oaks canopy our parks,
And streetcar tracks connect us
In a city where East and West mean
North and South
And our architecture speaks
Many languages.
Photo by Morgan Petroski on Unsplash
Starting tomorrow, I hope to post some of the poems that came out of a poetry challenge I participated in this past November. While I didn’t stick to the schedule as diligently as I’d hoped to, I really enjoyed the prompts and ended up with a handful of poems I hope you’ll like.
The theme of this past November’s challenge was “Poems of Place.” As with the previous year’s challenge, these prompts stretched me, leading me to write on topics I might not have otherwise considered. The result are some poems I’m pretty proud of (and some others that reveal I’m still learning). Again, I hope you enjoy them!
as i learn to walk 