Friday, August 20, 2010

DALAI LAMA AT CITY LIGHTS


using some of the words from the wordle (in red)



DALAI LAMA AT CITY LIGHTS


a summer night in North Beach

where street cars dance to the beat

of jazz notes blown

sitting at a table at City Lights

with Kerouac and other misfits

drinking towards another stream of consciousness

baked on silk pie and pineapple wine

approaching silence with reckless abandon

reading dry salvages with blemished views

puzzled by his deep shadow of silence

confident moments of his nothingness

and relentless expression of beauty

wondering what brought him to this place

we listen to the poetry of his smile

in our rowdy silence

16 comments:

1sojournal said...

All of your descriptive images build to those final two lines. And they are beautitul. Wonderful take on the prompt, Wayne.

Elizabeth

irenet23 said...

One of your best Wayne..captures a wonderful synchronicity of scene, feeling, philosophy..

River said...

I liked this poem with the images and where you went with it from the prompt. :)

Mary said...

Wayne, this sounds like a glorious time..sitting with Kerouac! You've captured the mood in this poem!

flaubert said...

Wayne you have certainly set the mood perfectly in this piece!
Have a great weekend
Cheers
Pam

brenda w said...

Great piece, Wayne! The ending line seals it. Bravo, you beat poet dude. Rock on!
~Brenda

Derrick said...

Like this one very much, Wayne. Even though I'm not familiar with Kerouac's world, you create a vivid image. Those last two lines are great.

rallentanda said...

'poetry of his smile' is nice!

Deb said...

Like the idea of street cars dancing to jazz. Evocative scene!

Paul Oakley said...

Silk pie and pineapple wine! Yum!

As always, a great evocation here, Wayne! Love how you incorporate Kerouac, HH the DL, words from Eliot, etc. Very richly textured.

gautami tripathy said...

"with Kerouac and other misfits
drinking towards another stream of consciousness"

I loved it!

dances of the zeroes

Systematic Weasel said...

Wonderfully descriptive! Excellent take on the prompt!

-Weasel =)

gospelwriter said...

love, love, love the last two lines... along with:

confident moments of his nothingness

and relentless expression of beauty


well, and just the poem as a whole - the contrast between worlds - thank you

Tumblewords: said...

I can see this - the final two lines almost breathe his essence. Wonderful.

Cynthia Short said...

Those last two lines are just perfect!

Francis Scudellari said...

Yes, I like that idea of a "rowdy silence"!