Scarlett Treat

Rookie - 39 Points (1941 / Jug Fork, Mississippi)

Scarlett Treat Poems

41. My Dear Children 5/27/2008
42. Fire And Ice 6/25/2008
43. Fire In Dixie, Call The Firemen! ! 6/3/2008
44. Poetry Landscape Reclaimed 8/26/2008
45. Old Habits 1/3/2009
46. That Day - - 12/29/2008
47. Maybe Tomorrow? 2/9/2009
48. Willing Moment 3/25/2009
49. Evil Is... 2/28/2009
50. Little Black Circles 7/12/2007
51. Takes Two To Tango - Or Not! 8/27/2007
52. Generations 6/1/2007
53. Cardinal Sin 5/9/2007
54. The Keeper 6/1/2007
55. Day After Day 6/23/2010
56. For My Love 6/23/2010
57. Union Hotel 7/20/2009
58. The Arrival 9/23/2009
59. Love Don'T Come Cheap! 4/21/2009
60. The Land Without Bridges 4/21/2009
61. Older Than Time 12/17/2007
62. Mercy Is... 2/28/2009
63. I Thought I Had Something To Say, But 1/7/2009
64. Life Is... 9/12/2008
65. Waiting On The Other Side Of The Door 9/26/2008
66. The Survivor Left Alone 10/25/2008
67. Outside The Wall 10/27/2008
68. Whhhheeeeeeeeeeeee! Here I Go! ! 11/8/2008
69. Progress? ? ? ! ! 11/19/2008
70. The Call Girl 12/11/2008
71. The Fox Hunt...For Danny Reynolds 12/12/2008
72. Burning Rubber 8/7/2008
73. Life Is Short 6/14/2008
74. Treating Myself As A Lover Would 5/21/2008
75. The Red Dancing Shoes 5/26/2009
76. Give Me A Good Bar - And A Good Bartender! 5/28/2009
77. Who 3/27/2009
78. Death Of A Cougar 12/29/2009
79. Tilly - For Donall, Her Father! ! 11/17/2008
80. Daddy's Home 10/25/2010

Comments about Scarlett Treat

  • Ernestine Northover Ernestine Northover (4/13/2008 2:35:00 AM)

    Scarlett is not only a great friend but a poet of note. Her poetry is a pleasure to read, her humour abounds, her sweetness shines through her writing and you won't be disappointed when you start to read her work. A delightful lady that I am honoured to know.

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  • Donall Dempsey Donall Dempsey (1/4/2008 8:01:00 AM)

    Well baby if I'm the're the tops. I doff my trilby to ya!

    love Donall Donall

  • Gregory Gunn (12/4/2007 11:47:00 PM)

    Southern Belle Scarlett, aka Linda, has been a staunch supporter of mine at PH for some stretch of time now (Oh, it must be nearly a year and a half) and I applaud her loyalty. Her poems possess a passionate sincerity of genuine feeling, employing an economical language easily understood; concise and to the point with absolutely no ornamental baubles attached. Yeah, short and sweet and always a treat, that's my Scarlett! And by the by folks, she just happens to be one upstanding, generous, considerate and dynamic individual who won't back down to self-admiring braggarts. Scarlett is often a mint julep on a sweltering Mississippi afternoon in July, refreshing and tasteful. Quite frankly, my dear, I am glad to have met your cyber-space acquaintance, and as a result, I doff my fedora to your slendid elegance.

    Multiple hugs and kisses,


  • Daniel Tyler (6/18/2006 2:53:00 PM)

    What a poet. A powerful, gifted writer, her work is raw and passionate like the Southern landscape she heralds from, yet always well crafted and with a lovely turn of phrase. Scarlett, many thousand miles part us, but you are a kindred spirit.

  • Anna Russell (5/1/2006 8:10:00 PM)

    Scarlett is a Treat! Pain and beauty walk hand in hand with her sultry Southern songs. And not only is her poetry a joy, she is a truly lovely woman. So I would advise all of you to read her work then send her a message - so you too can enjoy the friendship of this amazin' chick!
    Anna xxx

  • Gina Onyemaechi (4/22/2006 12:10:00 PM)

    This lady has written some real gems. Amongst my personal favourites are 'Roses in December' (a beautiful melody) , 'Seaside Song' (a rich and sensuous set of images) , and 'The Photograph' (a slice of nostalgic brilliance) . Then there's her 'I Bleed'. If you are of faint-hearted nature, then I caution you strongly not to visit it; it is a seriously high-impact, passionate portrayal of bitter pain.
    Yes, the above are fine pieces of writing indeed.
    Long live you, Scarlett!

Best Poem of Scarlett Treat


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

Trips Of The Mind

In my mind trips, I traveled
The shape of your body at least
A thousand times, until I knew
Each contour,
Each curve, each line.

In my heart's journey, I roamed
As freely as the wind blows,
Covering the surface of you,
Blowing into each crack and crevice
Until I became you.

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