Scarlett Treat

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

Scarlett Treat Poems

201. Tomorrow 5/23/2006
202. Fraidy Mouse (Or - It's All A Matter Of Perspective) 4/4/2008
203. Just Beyond The Darkness 6/3/2008
204. Sassy Girls 4/8/2009
205. Encore! ! 6/28/2007
206. Stormy Day 2/22/2006
207. The Idol (1956) 2/3/2006
208. Set A Spell 5/3/2007
209. * Tallahatchie Wang-Dang Doodle 3/15/2011
210. Living And Dying 3/20/2007
211. The Long And The Short Of The Whole Show 7/5/2006
212. Po' Boy 1/27/2006
213. Unblotted Pages 12/22/2007
214. The Blind Man Can'T See 1/26/2006
215. Oops! 7/12/2006
216. Meimemy 5/22/2006
217. Confusion 4/4/2007
218. My Fairy Tale 10/3/2008
219. Now 5/18/2007
220. Man Driver/Woman Driver 2/5/2006
221. Longfellow Said 8/3/2007
222. Harvest Dawn 10/15/2008
223. There Lived A Man 1/9/2008
224. Pictures Of A Lost Love 4/14/2007
225. The Soldier Boy Lies Dying 3/26/2007
226. The Choice 8/2/2006
227. Begging 3/26/2009
228. I Was On My Way To Nowhere 8/30/2007
229. She Wears A Crown Of Snow 3/18/2008
230. As He Was 5/24/2008
231. The House Beside The Road 5/23/2006
232. Flash! ! ! 1/25/2008
233. Daisies On Thursday 4/14/2007
234. Given Away 9/16/2006
235. Dance Of The Seven Stars 7/30/2007
236. Love Cannot Be Told 11/27/2007
237. Day Of Grief 9/11/2007
238. Mental Furniture 5/23/2006
239. Trips Of The Mind 1/26/2006
240. Eternal Beauty 3/18/2008

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 bottom...you'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,

    Greg

  • 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.
    Dan
    xxx

  • 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!
    Hugs
    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

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

Agony

Laid bare, stripped,
Punished by your loss.
I lie in my lonely bed
At midnight, tossing,
Twisting and turning.

I am so tangled in
My sweat-soaked sheets
That I feel trapped

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