Thursday, May 27, 2010


two places I spent last Thursday


perched on the highest pile above the vistas of waste
waiting to scavenge their next meal
the gulls hang out like teenagers at the mall
waiting to dip down like addicts
among the flies and wasted treasures
of burnt out stoves and thawed out freezers
heaps of angry eggshells wrapped in cellophane
reflecting the unnecesary piles of shit
smelling the odorless spillage of filth
glaring at the hidden forklift
and the wasted hillside beyond the dump
a gentlemanly gardener
not an old man but a young gardener
goes home to his garden
to listen to the creeping virginias and weeping willow
part scientist
part artist
part poet
part philosopher
part ploughman
modifying the climate around his home
being still but still moving
like the water flowing over the rocks
using flowers and plants to paint
with the sky as the canvas
planting only annuals
scavenging an avalanche of lifetime notes
a good plot for the mind


Paul Oakley said...

I love this, Wayne! Great juxtaposition of very different ways the natural landscape is manipulated by humans with gulls and amateur scientist and artist scavenging their existence from the leavings. I really like the feel of the line, "being still but still moving." Still BUT still... Very nice!

Irene said...

scavenging an avalanche of lifetime notes
a good plot for the mind

I like how you turn around from scavenging waste plot to transcend.. Nicely done Wayne.

flaubert said...

Wow! Wayne this is spectacular!
So nice the way you transcend through this.

Linda said...

Wayne -- I came by and read this last night and had to leave to return later, as I did not want to gush. This is one of the most remarkable poems I've read, and I think it's because you've taken me to many places, places I've been, people I've known. And, you did it with seeming effortlessness. I say effortlessness, as it took some thought to phrase something like "creeping virginias and weeping willow." Bravo, bravo.

Raven's Wing Poetry said...

What struck me was your contrast between the two landscapes...the beautiful and the filled with life and one filled with death...and yet you call them both scavengers. Well done.