Brief breaths
Swirling red haze
Hendrix’s fogged Hat
Reveal eyebrows raised
Smacked upside down riffs
Rainbow chords in clouds
A rainy day
Free verse brain
Janis injects transparency
Veins bleed clear soul juice
Screams
Growls
Moanin’ at midnight
Cold winds blow Too soon
Before noon
Shadows grow
All along the watchtower’s
Ball and chain
Wind cries mary
And bobby mcgee
in
Brief breaths
Blowin' cold
Too soon
Beware
Too soon
17 comments:
I loved how it flowed; I am reading the book, "Just Kids". You captured the come hither era~
yum.
Each phrase blends so well with the next phrase. I really enjoyed reading this, and especially like "Brief breaths blowin' cold too soon" -- beautiful!
wow!
really enjoyed reading this:))
This poem leaves me with an eerie feeling, Henry. Well done. I'm now following your blog.
came back to look again & i dig that font, it totally goes!
hey henry? can i make a suggestion? chicks with bad eyes like mine find it hard to read white on black. wanna read your delicious words and they kinda swim around on the screen. just saying.
Henry, this rolls with the music of memory. Like your choices of voices and sounds. Great capture of listening,
Elizabeth
Henry,
Loved your thoughts back to those sadly gone talents.
All gone too soon, but all remembered.
Eileen
Those were the days my friend.
Anna :o]
Id give it the title 'Breathe Breeze' :)
Terrific.
Oh, title. 'Cafe Leaning.'
smart.
fantastic flow.
I was never into Woodstock music but I like your poetry! You have a brash, no-nonsense style that reverberates though your words.
Reaching far back there ... but timeless nonetheless ... nicely done!
Awesome! I love Bobby Mcgee this is really cool
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