Scarlett Treat

Rookie - 22 Points (1941 / Jug Fork, Mississippi)

Scarlett Treat Poems

1. The Broken Heel 6/1/2007
2. Swift Time, Slipping Sideways 6/1/2007
3. Rainstorm Dream 2/27/2008
4. Snow Baby 3/18/2008
5. The View Over My Shoulder (Thanks, Again, Jim Hogg!) 5/30/2008
6. Summer Memories 5/31/2008
7. Through The Glass - To The Other Side Of The Soul 6/16/2008
8. Her Beautiful Bones 8/21/2008
9. The Viking Mother From Florida! 8/23/2008
10. I See (Revised/Reposted) 10/14/2008
11. Walking Over Me...Never Knowing 12/29/2008
12. From Out Of The Blue 1/26/2009
13. Who Knew? ? 2/9/2009
14. Time - That Old Phony Healer! ! 2/11/2009
15. Compassion Is... 2/28/2009
16. Red, White And Blue - - Mississippi Style! 3/3/2009
17. Yes! 3/26/2009
18. Wiped Out! 5/28/2009
19. Where Did I Go? 7/7/2009
20. Being Comforted 9/30/2009
21. I Have Fallen, And..... 10/23/2009
22. Life Map, Indeed! 12/15/2009
23. The Wasted Journey 1/9/2010
24. I Didn'T, I Promise! ! 3/15/2010
25. For My Love 6/23/2010
26. The Light That Was Out 6/23/2010
27. Waiting 8/13/2010
28. The Man Who Wore His Watch Upside Down 8/16/2010
29. Daddy's Home 10/25/2010
30. Mama's Routine 3/15/2011
31. For Daddy 3/15/2011
32. Old Man Wolf 7/12/2007
33. No Gifts For Your 95th? 2/24/2009
34. Walking The Circle 1/5/2009
35. My Grandmother Name 6/4/2008
36. Say Please 6/1/2007
37. Older Than Time 12/17/2007
38. Full Circle 6/1/2007
39. Birth Of Love 6/1/2007
40. Let's Do Lunch 6/1/2007
Best Poem of Scarlett Treat

Loneliness

I lean myself against the
Empty, transparent windowpane,
Looking, looking.
My staring eyes watch my own image,
But it slowly becomes your face.
My uncharted breath
On the clear glass windowpane
Slowly melts rivers of water,
And my fingers draw
Your name.

My mind recoiles
from the longing thoughts.
My moist fingers are
Frigid from the connection, and
The desire for your love
Pounds in immense silent waves
Through my soul.
My heart longs for you,
And yet, I am still alone.

For Frankie, with love, from Johnnie

Read the full of Loneliness

The Blind Man Can'T See

My lonely heart reaches out,
And out, trying to touch
Someone, somewhere,
Like a blind man feeling
His way through a strange room,

Stumbling, groping, reaching out,
Trying not to fall over sharp objects,
And, like the blind man,
I often fall
And hurt my heart.

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