Sunday, April 1, 2012

STANDING


I was standing inside her nest
in the hole where poets rest
without shoes where birds can't soar
listening to Ginsberg howl and roar

with no courage I watched in awe
an old poet perform without flaw
having words he wouldn't share
his beat poems beyond compare

teaching birds the spoken word
without lessons not to be heard
he would emanate if he chose
or disappear if your mouth would close

a tired poet with wizard's powers
knowing I was watching he gave flowers
my soul embraced such a word guru
who freely gave his poems too

17 comments:

Other Mary said...

I really like your opening couplet,
'I was standing inside her nest
in the hole where poets rest'
And I love the idea of 'teaching birds the spoken word'

Thanks too for your comments on mine.

Brian Miller said...

it would be pretty cool to hang out with some of the old beat poets and take a lesson or two...

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Life is about sharing and what best but the spoken word!

Anna :o]

Outlawyer said...

Hi Wayne--I live in NYC (and have for a long time) and saw Ginsburg read several times in the old days, and once went to a kind of workshop with him. He was very inspiring (though I also have to admit that he was probably less interested in me, a young maternal female, than in some of the other students.) But it was also terrific--that whole era very interesting. Wonderful poem and great take on the prompt. K.

PS - I am having a lot of trouble commenting so am using an old blog I have on blogger--this is Manicddaily at wordpress http://Manicddaily.wordpress.com.

Silent Otto said...

Wizard in every sense of the word !

kaykuala said...

Old poets with patience and time on their plate can be very encouraging!

Hank

Friko said...

Sound like a song the beat poets could set to music.

I'm going to follow you. Pity about the W.V. though.

Anonymous said...

Standing O. Well written. Great
content and cadence.

Unknown said...

Great beat and rhythm to this piece loved it ...we all have much to learn from those who go before us ...thank you so much for sharing x

Laurel's Quill said...

He would like your poem, Wayne.

ninotaziz said...

I love your swirling words. How appropriate in a nest. And your first stanza was divine.

~T~ said...

Poetry is a gift to be shared. Nice!

Tess Kincaid said...

Oh I so love "in the hole where poets rest"...lovely write, Wayne...

Jinksy said...

I hear the end say 'to you' !!! LOL

Jules said...

Reminds me of the series where the Wordsmythes were valued and important. The 'nests' though were caves of telepathic dragons! Enjoyed both the verse and photo!
Thanks for stopping by one of my 'nest' sites.

Helena said...

A cracker of a poem! Cosily flowed!

Helen said...

Wayne, you hit all the right notes!