Playing Bongos in Topanga Canyon
Several members of our tribe are
breathing slowly, exhaling with tenderness
the holy incense of the day
Shakha opens tent flaps and
scurries to exchange the
stinky bong water for fresh
Empties grimy slog into
Topanga Canyon’s stream
without fear of discovery
We are in the back of
the deep woods now
Our prayers answered
Don strums his twelve-string
as singers attempt the dazed
yet sweet harmonies of ambivalence
© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
For The Sunday Whirl, click to see Wordle and other folks’ posts. Thanks, Brenda, for some words that almost gave me a contact high… but that was the 70s for ya. The memories do linger after all these years. Some flashbacks are quite sweet, and so are the people.
Also at my poetic all-time clear-headed high, Poets United!
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Carol Steel
“Dazed yet sweet harmonies of ambivalence” is a wonderful phrase. I like the easy feeling images in this. Well done.
Sharp Little Pencil
Carol, that phrase came from a phonic memory of a particular day in a particular spot… bet I couldn’t find it now! A
Roger Green
bop
ROG, ABC WEDNESDAY
Sharp Little Pencil
…and never stop.
Lindy Lee
Unable to post; let me know if this works???
Sharp Little Pencil
Yup!
Lindy Lee
Thanks, Sharp. Looks like Kisimet fixed me up. I’m back in the comment business on WordPress…
gautami tripathy
Loved the images it conjured…
ambivalence
Sharp Little Pencil
Thanks, Gautami, and now I’m coming to see you. THANK YOU for the URL. A
Tumblewords
Terrific imagery – it IS a place in time.
brian miller
nice…great to find that kind of seclusion you know….peaceful…and with community…a little easier to get closer to the great spirit then as well…
Sherry Blue Sky
I adore the title and love the scene you’ve set here…….you aced it.
oldegg
I wasn’t there but I have dreams of other times too.
Sharp Little Pencil
I know what you mean, Robin. It’s nice to look back… in languor.
Walt Wojtanik
A vicarious contact high across the lake. Very nice. It is amazing how those memories and people linger. Sorta why I keep coming back. Thanks for your kindness over at “Poet’s Heart”. Much appreciated.
Sarav
I can see it! Canyon light, music–wonderful 🙂
Renee Espriu
I feel a California memory here, Amy. Love what you have done and takes me to memories of my own. Thank You!