We came from all walks,
volunteers in self-discovery,
elective enrollees for the cause
of poetry and the like.
At the door he stood,
animated and quirky,
highly smirky in a
Dick Cavett sort of way.
Much to say for the honor
of poetic verse, practicing
without a license, suffice it
to say, the man had a way.
Senior Class of Seventy-Four,
filled the roster, none was more
interested than the next –
always perplexed by his methods.
A disembodied beat poet,
a diminutive sort, of sorts,
surrounded by we neophyte
Abandon was reckless; inspired,
all wired crossly, delving for muse
where even bravado refused to go,
and no show was complete
without a silent cheer. The milieu
expressed and implied; the bold, the shy,
the “Superfly”, some people looking for a pass,
and even with us, he had no class.
Mr. Porter was our liege,
lost in the siege of modern thought,
what man hath wrought was dealt with
promptly, sparking the flint, hoping
to catch the tinder of ideas;
into a conflagration unbridled.
Mired now in aleatory, only telling
half the story. A curiosity piqued,
and a genre explored, self-expression
with no convention, all but for the lead
of a steady pulse. Where pathos, pith
and schmaltz met for a good time.
Embroiled in rhyme and a well worded verse,
we could have done worse with another mentor.
Verbal barbs fired and a musical
based on “The Exorcist” was truly inspired.
But the man and the place stay close to heart,
for such was my poetic start.
Watching as the sacred cows would fall,
Mr. Porter’s Asylum, just down the hall.
POET’S NOTES: The talk lately has centered around the 40th Reunion of Lackawanna High School – Class of 1974. A bittersweet memory – connecting with friends better now than I ever did back then. The “Invisible Man Poet” came to life, in part to the cranial manipulations of one Patrick M. Porter and his Creative Writing class in Room 106. As I am finding my modicum of success with poetry, I am again reminded of old friends who have helped catapult me to this level. To the “Fruits of 106”, I thank you!
(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014
Submitted for dVerse/Poets Pub – Evolution