Falling into a Beach Hammock 90 Minutes from Montego Bay
bouncing
congo bongo drums
float to the horizon
and ride
gentle waves
splash back against the
bob marley marathon
three versions of
natty dread
in one hour
rides the reggae
sunset of wailer
wannabes
redstripe rasta mon
shuffle dances
head bobbing
through
ganga smoke
choppy
guitar
chords
dread locks silhouette
against a 1973
sun sinking behind
clouds and sea
we pass a spliff
hold communion
for Haile
Selassie
May 6, 2008 at 9:04 pm
Good one.
May 6, 2008 at 11:29 pm
Oh did I mention that I saw Bunny Wailer in concert at our local community arts centre in 2007. Fantastic gig so laid back and family.
Nice… I think I will have to have a day listening to reggae in my office :o)
May 7, 2008 at 2:35 am
kim–
ah, too cool
May 7, 2008 at 2:38 am
jo
thanks
May 7, 2008 at 10:19 am
Now I am supposed to be lessening my overuse of this word, but is there any other that could do justice to your reggae sunset poem but, ccooooooooooolllll bananas,
May 7, 2008 at 10:25 am
Paul
never believe a critic–coooooool bananas is cool beans
May 7, 2008 at 12:00 pm
restripe should be red stripe I think? - Ed
May 7, 2008 at 12:06 pm
Scot, I’m not an authority, but I think the Jamaican Board of Tourism should hire you. Also, I think you should leave it ‘restripe’… the elision fits very neatly into the tone and rhythm of the poem. Hell, I was dancing while I read it.
May 7, 2008 at 12:56 pm
Bob
got one more coming mon
May 7, 2008 at 12:57 pm
Vincent
correct–although it may fir, I will change it–Thanks!
May 7, 2008 at 5:06 pm
May 7, 2008 at 8:42 pm
thanks for singing lissa
May 7, 2008 at 9:20 pm
oh that was nice.. and so was its predecessor the haiku below… very tight.. very nice…
May 7, 2008 at 9:26 pm
paisley
thanks for reading
May 8, 2008 at 4:33 pm
damn i need a vacation!