Scarlett Treat

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

Scarlett Treat Poems

121. Ignoring The Clanging Bells! ! 2/5/2009
122. The First Time` 4/1/2009
123. Land Of Cotton 4/1/2009
124. Turn The Hands 6/9/2008
125. Ordinary Days - And Grand Occasions! 4/8/2009
126. The Trail To Insanity 6/16/2010
127. Midtown Morning Heat 7/10/2009
128. Blues, The Mississippi Way! 3/10/2009
129. Dreaming Awake 12/28/2007
130. Left 4/18/2008
131. Only Today 2/27/2006
132. Flirting With Romance 9/22/2008
133. Full Circle 8/19/2010
134. Good Morning, Mr. Jones! 8/22/2008
135. Blood Red Rose 6/1/2007
136. Together Apart 12/28/2007
137. Mama's Kitchen, For Gypsy Gal 2/3/2006
138. Posted Just For You At Christmastime, With Love! ! 12/12/2007
139. Born Yesterday 10/28/2009
140. War Never Changes 6/23/2010
141. Not Like This 5/9/2007
142. The Loss Of Wonder 9/13/2008
143. Are We There Yet? 3/3/2009
144. Poetic Friend (For Ct) 2/3/2006
145. Since Forever 2/6/2006
146. Fear 12/28/2007
147. Sticky Berry Love 6/1/2007
148. Flights Of Fancy 1/2/2008
149. It's Finally Over! ! 8/27/2007
150. Frozen In Time 10/11/2008
151. Delta...My Delta 2/26/2009
152. The Life Of A Flower 6/9/2008
153. Prison Bars-And Freedom! 7/7/2007
154. Shout! ! 7/17/2007
155. Birth, Marriage, Obituaries And Newspaper Headlines 1/25/2008
156. Blank Pages 2/23/2008
157. Walking Softly - For Darling Donall Dempsey 3/5/2008
158. Step Lightly In Ireland 3/17/2008
159. Payment Comes In All Forms 3/29/2008
160. I'Ll Cry.. For You 2/6/2006

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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