Scarlett Treat

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

Scarlett Treat Poems

81. Daddy's Home 10/25/2010
82. She Didn'T Understand The Laughter 6/1/2007
83. I Cannot Run 5/9/2007
84. Some Days 8/27/2007
85. Poor Lily 7/12/2007
86. Let's Talk About The Weather, For Donall 2/5/2008
87. Dreams And Illusions 2/25/2008
88. I Love You So, My Jo (For The One Who Is Away From Me) 4/16/2008
89. The Feast 12/22/2007
90. Stratford 6/1/2007
91. Rosie's 1/26/2006
92. Road Kill (For Gypsy Gal) 2/3/2006
93. Help Me Sleep Alone 5/15/2009
94. Link In The Chain 8/27/2007
95. Grits 4/1/2009
96. Time Passes, Faces Change, The Heart Remains The Same 1/25/2008
97. Not Doing Anything-Is Really Doing Something 9/20/2007
98. The Front Porch Thing 8/25/2007
99. The Magician's Trick 11/27/2007
100. I Forgot 1/25/2008
101. Hanging Around For The Second Show 5/15/2008
102. Through Tilly's Eyes - - For Her Dad, Donall 5/20/2008
103. Night Dancing 8/9/2007
104. Fathers 6/15/2007
105. Looking For Christmas 12/17/2007
106. The Blending 1/5/2008
107. Service For Eight 2/3/2006
108. Ice Age 3/25/2009
109. Family 7/19/2007
110. Red, Red Wine 6/1/2007
111. Fourth's Freedoms 7/5/2007
112. Great Teardrops 8/22/2008
113. Outside The Wall 10/27/2008
114. Song For The Old Hippie Gal! 10/15/2008
115. When The Door Opened 9/26/2008
116. Christmas In The South 12/18/2008
117. Falling Awake 3/26/2009
118. Those Of Us Who Live...In Houses Made Of Rose Colored Glass 1/3/2009
119. War Never Changes 6/23/2010
120. The Trail To Insanity 6/16/2010

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

Roses In December

Why do I smell roses in December?
Why do I see rainbows in the rain?
I close my eyes, and, darling,
I remember,
You told me you'd be coming home again.

Why do I hear songbirds in September?
Why do I see blossoms in the snow?
I close my eyes, and, darling,
I remember,
You told me you'd never have to go.

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