Scarlett Treat

Rookie - 24 Points (1941 / Jug Fork, Mississippi)

Scarlett Treat Poems

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

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 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

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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