Back to Woodstock
by mike marcellino
Reaching out
to touch you,
sun’s rising.
Reaching out
to touch you,
sun’s rising.
Reaching out
to touch you
shampoo in my eyes, burning
cloudy.
Reaching out
to touch you.
Morning
in Ohio.
Requesting
Richie Havens
‘Freedom’
Forty years
back to Woodstock.
Forty years
back to Woodstock.
First call
a girl from Arkansas.
Old wounds
break open
releasing
a streak of blood
down to my toes.
Reaching out
to touch you,
sun’s rising
back to Woodstock.
Reaching out
to touch you,
sun’s rising.
back to Woodstock.
Back to Woodstock, copyright mike marcellino 2009
Notebook Writer: poetry, music, photography and writing of Mike Marcellino
Very elegant, sir. There seems to be a spate of Woodstock reminiscences knocking around the poetry circuit. Contemporaneity is the writer's ally.
ReplyDeleteRegards, M.J.
thanks MJ for reading, actually missed Woodstock cause i was still in shock back from the war, roamin around America
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