Romella Kitchens

Rookie - 160 Points (Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)

The Protectorate Of Dreams - Poem by Romella Kitchens

Older now, it is a summer day, he
is strutting down the street with a jacket
with a Beatles logo on the back, feeling
cool, feeling as if Janis Joplin is still alive
and Jimi Hendrix just played his guitar into
his soul.
He is forgetting someone killed John Lennon
years ago for being an epiphany, for being a
stark miracle of manhood. For genius beyond
genius of words, politics and lifestyle.

His neat, new, indigo blue denim jacket.
His soul strut walk.
He lived Rock N Roll then, before
everyone grew older and gray
before Yoko heard the gun blasting
and began decades of weeping.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

There are many people who continue to live where they were happiest in life, not understanding or caring for the current or the new. But, that is because they were accepted there, did things, mattered. I saw this man on a city street and thought about happiness, its recipe. Many people who lived through the 1960's don't pay homage to any other era. But, are they excellent people with a social and world awareness? Yes. They simply want something real to hold on to again, when life feels rather artificial again.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 25, 2013

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