Wednesday, June 20, 2012

A Poem by Louis Marvin

The Great Bamboo Mountain Forest Hermit

“Without warning, the wizard walks by. . .”
                                                    Black Sabbath


The trees are alive like pets, and they wag their tails at the hermit


                                     as he walks by, on the pig trails
                                                       above the “gathering place”


                             and the former swamps of Waikiki


     he looks down upon mankind, rushing to their jobs and schools



               he holds his magic bamboo staff and listens to the winds


              the winds play acoustic music in the bamboo forest
                                                          of his home


he listens to the clicking of the magic brown/black bird
                           that acts as the ears and eyes of him


         he knows what each click and sound means


                   and the same can be said of the bamboo forest


       as it plays it’s wind driven drum solos for no one but him


                 the hermit walks and rests and walks


                         the hermit with the bamboo staff
                                     who lives in the bamboo forest


Born in Burbank, Raised (hell) Phoenix, Living/Loving in Hawaii
On this island with the Chinese girls, wandering the shores and mountains.

1 comment:

  1. I love the rhythm of the wind in the bamboo, the palms, the pines. You captured it all beautifully!

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