The City That Care Forgot

Familiar scents, sounds and sights.
Though quite some time has past.
All so familiar.

Familiar scents bombarding.
Beer, shrimp, stench,
and people.

Familiar sounds overwhelming.
Zydeco, jazz, horns,
and people.

Familiar sights reminding.
Graves, antiques, streets,
and people.

Through the scents, sounds and sights.
I turn to see
if you’re still here.

You’re not still here.
You’ve not been here
for several years.

I turn again.
Scent, sound, and sight of tears.
All very familiar.

© Dr. Phil Bryant



Filed under Poetic Perspectives

3 responses to “The City That Care Forgot

  1. I Peter 1:24&25 (NIV)
    For “all people are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of the Lord endures forever.” And this is the word that was preached to you.

  2. Thank you for writing this…it is beautiful.

  3. The setting… New Orleans, LA.
    The period… could be any day. Memorial day?

    New Orleans — “The City That Care Forgot,” — an appropriate location to consider Memorial day. Familiar, provential. A place where one can leave their cares behind.

    Everything seems right. Everything’s in place. Walking down the familiar streets. All is well. The Jazz. The Zydeco. The Street Performers.

    Everything’s in order. Surely my loved one is here with me, just a few steps back, maybe. Turning, and seeing no one. I remember. They’ve gone.

    I continue my walk, alone, in this city of ghosts.

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