Thursday, September 10, 2009


RWP #91 using the two photos Light Window and Light and Trees as prompts.
credit Greig Fraser for the photos


The old poet remembers
the memories he memorizes
forgeting the dream
he forgot he had
but are there in his mind
as he rests on the bed
as the night light shines
on the early snow
reminding the old poet
of the first morning in Old Havana
open window
full moon shining
rooster crowing out of tune
with last nites musica
the olor of last nites rain
sweet diesel smell
from morning autobus
the olor of petrol
from Miguel's 52 Chevvy
smell of cigarro
mixed with olor of last nites rum
as the vendor on calle Consulado
cries pan pan pan
as the smell of his fresh bread
means desayuno will be coming
and the fresh jugo
looking at my lover
smelling her avocado cream
I close my eyes and doze off
travelling to some other place
down some dusty road
the dead woman
lies under the trees
one leg flexed
the other extended
pointing towards the early sunlight
as her red robe flutters above her head
there are more dead ladies
scattered under the trees
with one lost dog barking
and running all around
if anyone had the power to wrench me through despair
and arid helplessness
and into prayer
it would be them
but it is the beautiful lady beside me
in perfection
that holds me to the ground
with grace
as I awaken
to the barking dogs on calle Consulado
and the start of a new day in Habana Vieja
an old poet who likes to remember
even what he might want to forget.


Jeeves said...

My!!!You really conjured such vivid images!!!

anthonynorth said...

Potent and powerful with great imagery. Marvellous.

Anonymous said...

I like the layered embedding of present/memory/forgotten dream/recalled dream/memory/present. Many epics have stories within stories. Go with it!

Paul Oakley said...

Richly evocative! Very nice!

Cynthia Short said...

Reading this was like a journey and I loved being along for the ride.

gautami tripathy said...

Powerful images.Loved the multi-layers in it.

misty, dusty

Anonymous said...

Saludo mi viejo despistado amigo. Once again you have displayed your talent. I think in another life you must have made a living as a story teller. Damn, all those women.

Anonymous said...

Reminds me of one of those really great noir films, ex-pats immersed in local color and revolution. There's so much suggested

rallentanda said...

I liked the Wayne and his women journey.Nothing wrong with an old poet Wayne.

Francis Scudellari said...

Very vividly conjured, and I like the idea of the memory held on to combined with the dream that forces the forgotten back upon us.

Erin Davis said...

The images are quite captivating and move so smoothly from one to the next. This makes the turn to negative memories really effective. I really enjoyed this.

Irene Toh said...

Dreamy and vivid, Wayne.

Derrick said...

Hi Wayne,

I'm getting two for the price of one this week! Rich storytelling here. I love:
"if anyone had the power to wrench me through despair
and arid helplessness
and into prayer
it would be them"