No Title/NeverForget/The Fauborg Marigny, Treme, The Storm in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...

There is a softness to you
That holds no fear
Only a tender trace of hope
Not yet smote by tomorrow’s inevitability
The impending downpour
Of torrential pain
That marries so pleasantly with
This interminable rain

Bedfellows are but strangers
In this grand symphony of sadness
Where every Jazz note once played
Leaves one all hollowed out,
A rusted-if-not-once-trusted
Sturdy-standing frame
Oh!
Such beautiful madness is conveyed!
Dread bellows from weary trumpets
Caustic mellows in each refrain
A lasting anguish from the Jazz trio
Playing their sweet medleys –
Most soulful offerings
For ever-dwindling cofferings –
In the pain-stoked streets
Of the rain-soaked Treme

New Orleans is always the mistress
If not the age old mystery
Dancing to the perfect melody
And I am but forever sunk
Within her wistful ways and wants
Washed forever upon me
Like The Storm
You are never gone
In the heart of the Marigny

© Brian Milici
August 23, 2021

Never forget.