Thursday, August 6, 2009


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


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 it really your birthday? Happy birthday great guy.

Wayne Pitchko said...

Thanks Irene...yup wrote poem on Aug birthday

Jeeves said...

Belated Bday. Very nice poem

Anonymous 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

Anonymous 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.

Anonymous said...

hello wayne...the times they are a changing...what a lovely 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.

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