“Caulfield in Search of the Golden-eyed Dolphins” We Write Poems #71- B1

Holden covers his day
with a scarlet deerstalker,
reaching for a Lucky Strike,
waiting on a damp, moss-covered rock
in Never Never land …

where fairies with silver-woven harps
pluck lives into oblivion,
as a pied piper plays a flute in streams
on hazy mornings, calling lost boys
dancing in fields of rye

A sip of amber whiskey from a hip flask,
burns his tongue and warms him;
he recites: “Who sees dew form on
hidden flowers, or plays with changing light”…

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12 responses to ““Caulfield in Search of the Golden-eyed Dolphins” We Write Poems #71- B1

  1. This strikes me as a very nostalgic poem, Pamela. How well I remember Catcher in the Rye!

  2. Pamela, it strikes me as ironic that good ole Holden would not find your words golden. I how ever, not being inclined to sip rye, find it delightful brew to drink in. Bravo for tying in this world renowned bad boy to a fine piece of poetry.

  3. What a lush piece Pamela!

  4. calling lost boys
    dancing in fields of rye

    Love this!

  5. I like your imagery and the lush, golden beauty it evokes…starkly in contrast to what we know of Holden’s cynicism. Beautiful, gorgeous details. Maybe someday Holden will be caught before plummeting off the proverbial cliff of bitterness…but that’s up to him.

    -Nicole

  6. Pam,
    Holden and his raw swings, he’ll be tamed. Beautiful imagery and beautiful verse!

    Hank

  7. Beautiful piece! I loved it!

  8. Waxing poetic can come from any walk of life and the images surrounding this one that your words form are fantasy and reality entertwined.

  9. Pamela, this is inspired, putting Holden Caulfield in Neverland. He thinks adults are phonies, and you’ve put him amongst the lost boys!

    Richard

  10. I want a sip of amber whiskey from a hip flask! With a few more slugs I might be a pie-eyed piper. 🙂 Gonna watch out for those silver woven harp soul plucking faeries. They dance a mean deerstalking fandango methinks.

    Ahhh, good poetry — is there anything like it? Well, maybe the rush of falling in love, but nothing else compares.

  11. Oh, that Holden 🙂
    Thanks all!

I appreciate all comments.

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