Thursday, August 6, 2009

JOURNEY OF TWISTED BEAUTY


Closed lips hiding behind darkness


death fresh like the last rain


finding salvation in a new language


no guilt no anger no regrets


today my seventy first birthday in the mountains


breakfast and the tart sweetness of fresh raspberries


fragrance of the new rose


looking at her wondering if love is blind.


the rumbling before the storm


twisted poetry of Ginsberg howlin and Pollack dripping


the jazz stylings of Farlenghetti


on the road again with Kerouac


painting writing loving


Dylan's the times they are a changin


Beatles and yesterday


memories some vivid some hazy


the first train and the lower birth with my mother


before she died


being Jackie Robinson diving for a ground ball


desired street car in Vancouver


leaving home for Montreal, then New York and the village


Haight Ashbury


a mystic swimming in the space of time.






............Read Write Poem prompt #86



13 comments:

Derrick said...

Hi Wayne,

I enjoyed this, especially the line "death fresh like the last rain", - beautiful words.

gautami tripathy said...

What a photo!

Loved that.

chemical analysis of a poet

Kill Word Verification

rallentanda said...

I detect a big whiff of freedom here.Sounds as if you've had a lot of fun.Street car named desire in Vancouver? Surreal.Like the
Pollock inspired painting.

Nathan said...

Wayne, I really like the way you take on this journey. Great job.

Irene Toh said...

What a trip Wayne..is it really your birthday? Happy birthday great guy.

Wayne Pitchko said...

Thanks Irene...yup wrote poem on Aug 6...my birthday

Jeeves said...

Belated Bday. Very nice poem

woodennickel said...

My, my, you have been around the horn. I find many similarities in my life with yours. Thanks for the hitched ride. I enjoyed your company and your poem. Happy BD! I'll have a mojito in celebration and listen to a little Coltrane. - DH

therer2doors said...

Wayne, this is beautiful. I think it's my favorite...

(and Aug 6 is my mom's birthday, too! I hope you had a happy one!)

Erin Davis said...

Nice job, Wayne. This seems to be a mosaic of you.

pieceofpie said...

hello wayne...the times they are a changing...what a lovely ride...life is truly and adventure to be experienced...the format of space inbetween each line gave an opportunity for the reader to indulge in each scene that was spoken...beautiful...ah a mystic swimming...the backstroke possibly??!!

Wayne Pitchko said...

swimming....."the backstroke possibly" dam i really like that...YOU GOT IT RIGHT...

S.L. Corsua said...

For some reason, the effect of the listing style here makes me think of a kaleidoscope, of looking through it and seeing your memories in color: each image vibrant in itself, and all forming a captivating pattern. ;) Happy belated birthday. Cheers.