wood burned by sun
scoured by lightning
found in a field
after the fire, Jacob reigns now
propped outside the liquor store
needing to be lacquered but
resisting a polish, the great Indian’s
head smiles, a gentle moment,
but customers rub his nose
until he dances,
the perpendicular
flouted by passion
for the dance,
his bear skin
flopping with each jump.
I probably honestly don't quite get this, but it matters not because the gaiety and spriteliness of the images are living and speak for themselves. Given one of a hundred different titles, you could be creating here quite a number of different scenes and scenarios - like sets on a stage: all intriguing and compelling, as is this particular "dance"! Love the compression in this, actually making the words "jump". TY Kate xx
visions of the old fashioned barber shop with indian in front, saw one in an old movie on tv the other day. Always wondered what the meaning was;-) Good one Larry!
eileen
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
Reviewed on February 25, 2005
This is very interesting Larry and reminds of the song Okacalija probably misspelled but the song Poor Okacalija he never had a kissed. Poor O he don't what he missed.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
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