Scarlett Treat

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

Scarlett Treat Poems

161. The Loss Of Wonder 9/13/2008
162. We Survive 7/7/2007
163. The Morning After The Night Before 7/7/2007
164. A Candle Burned 2/20/2009
165. Joyful Abandon 2/3/2009
166. Life Is...Well, After All...Just Life 5/5/2008
167. Morning And Grandchildren - For Ava Rose And Sam 5/20/2008
168. Color My World (Thank You, Donall!) 1/18/2008
169. Mary's Little People 2/21/2006
170. Dance Of The Wind 8/13/2007
171. Dancing Alone 7/30/2007
172. The Difference 2/6/2006
173. Until 12/10/2007
174. Shades Of Gray 5/23/2006
175. The Young Cowboy 7/14/2006
176. Soap 8/13/2007
177. Shining Star 9/29/2008
178. If Love Comes Along 9/22/2008
179. I Wasn'T Expecting This! ! 10/24/2008
180. When I Am With You 5/9/2007
181. Dancing Alone Again 8/15/2007
182. She Sang For Me 1/9/2008
183. I See 10/16/2007
184. The Littlest Tree 12/11/2006
185. Sweet Dreams 5/23/2006
186. Night Drifters 2/6/2006
187. The Old Man...And His Love Affair With The Computer 11/8/2007
188. Rooftops 3/27/2008
189. Silent Night 3/7/2008
190. Dedicated To He Who Already Knows Who He Is 5/23/2007
191. The Killer Within 1/27/2006
192. Answering Lawrence S. Pertillar's Question 12/12/2007
193. Being Alone Doesn'T Hurt - Much! ! 6/1/2007
194. Confused Bemusement 1/9/2008
195. The Check Is In The Mail * 4/11/2008
196. The Photograph 2/18/2006
197. Summer Heat 2/22/2006
198. I Cannot Say 12/10/2007
199. The Mender 11/27/2007
200. Running 12/11/2006

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

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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