Thursday, July 22, 2010

55 - dreams that sink, and some that fly

we broke cattails,
by the side of the pond
where the reeds grew thick,
their heads bursting in fluff
that spilled through our fingers
like dreams---
most fell into the water,
slipping beneath the surface,
but the ones that caught the breeze
we chased barefoot along the bank,
---until we grew up
and forgot to.

Tell a story in 55 words. Give it a try or just read more, go see g-man.

120 comments:

Prayer Girl said...

I love cattails. I love their feel....so soft.

Lovely 55.

PG

The Bug said...

I love this - it could be about almost any childhood ritual.

We were at a church picnic on Sunday where one of the girls was breaking the cattails - I had never seen it before. Pretty interesting.

Crafty Green Poet said...

very poignant

Pseudonymous High School Teacher said...

While at the conference in Sacramento, we drove out to Folsom to the outlet malls. ON the way there, we passed a swamp....with cattails. I yelled out, "Cattails!" The others in the van, all from Hawaii, did not know why I was so excited by them. But you know.

kavisionz said...

Oh man...this was just too good!!! What an analogy!! I loved it!
Some dreams, we ignore..and some, we pursue..
Gee..what a story in 55 words! I've gotta try it.. have always thought of, but have never dared to :)

You inspire me, Brian! And with this story here, all the more!! :)

Eric Alder said...

Brings back memories for me. I remember twisting them just right and the seeds would just burst forth, kinda like the tubes of Pillsbury biscuits you smack on the counter to open.

(Glad to see I'm not the only early bird 55-er!)

Jhannet said...

Lovely, it reminded me that we all need to retain a piece of our child's joy

Daniel said...

Yeah, what happened to us man? Why did we lose that childlike curiosity? Why did we have to lose it?

Titanium said...

Ah... may we never grow up beyond our ability to chase the cattails.

Goofball said...

we do that with dandelions

Mrsupole said...

It is wonderful to be a child and have so many dreams, then when we become adults if one is lucky we still have dreams, maybe not the same childhood dreams, but dreams that have changed as we have changed. And if we are really blessed we have a few of those childhood dreams which we are still hoping will one day become reality. I sometimes think that this is what helps us to still feel young.

I always tell the grandkids to enjoy being a child for as long as possible because someday when you become an adult you will be wishing you could still be a child. They look at me like I am crazy, who knows, maybe I am.

God bless.

Christina said...

I always loved picking cattails. Great 55 Brian!

Liza said...

I love cattails,
still.

Becky said...

I adore cat tails and that brought back some sweet memories Brian.Thanks for that.

Have a great weekend!

william said...

lol if I knew what this was I would say yeah its greta but im scottish and dont have a clue lol..

lakeviewer said...

Oh my, what a metaphor!

Tina said...

Ah, so wistful. Why do we lose that whimsical side? Too much stress? And then there's the deeper meaning, too, which you seem to bring out so effortlessly. This is a favorite 55.

Matty said...

Ah yes, I remember those. I think we called them catty 9 tails. I don't know why, but we did.

Eva Gallant said...

So many things we forget when we grow up!

Meeko Fabulous said...

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Steven Anthony said...

Never grow up Peter Pan....

love the imagery of this one ;)

Rene/ Not The Rockefellers said...

I still chase cattails, we used to call them punks.
And milkpods,can't resist'em

Peace ~ Rene

slommler said...

How quickly we forget the simple joys of life. The way we used to laugh and the dreams that we had! Sigh!!
Hugs
SueAnn

Bernie said...

I remember those days, so long ago now but oh what lovely memories.
........:-) Hugs

PattiKen said...

Oh, no! Get thee out to the riverbank, and chase down your childhood! There are just some things one should never forget how to do.

brokenpenwriter said...

"until we grew up and forgot to"
Wow! I love the way you pulled the reader right into the action and detail - slowing down enough, just enough, to let my fingers feel the cattail silk as it slipped out of my grasp and then BOOM I was an adult. You fooled me and my childhood was scattered all over the bank in those last seven words.
This poem has the same impact as a great piece of flash fiction - accept that it's just too beautiful for words.

5thsister said...

Gosh...don't think I've seen cattails since I lived in Kansas. Loved the flyaway fluff!

The Urban Cowboy said...

We tend to forget a lot of the things that were simple, yet memorable when we "grow up"

Luisa Doraz said...

We all need a reminder that we showed remember all of the good in our life. Thank you. :)

Alice Audrey said...

The wonderful thing about kids is having them reminds you to chase cattail fluff.

Austin said...

Who grew up??? he he

Kat said...

Very, VERY cool! I love this!

Maggie said...

It is always great to be reminded of such pure and carefree stage of our lives.

g-man said...

1PM?
You live in England?
FRIDAY Flash 55 Brian!!!!!

Most excellent trip down Nostalgia lane. Especially since cattails are becoming endangered.
Thank you for your weekly brilliance Son...You Rock!
Have a Kick Ass Week-End...G

secret agent woman said...

I have some cut cattails on my dresser and the other day one of them spontaneously burst into fluff. It was kind of wild.

sheila said...

Wow. I just had a deep childhood memory, seriously! We used to live next to a swampy area that had tons of cattails. It came back to me clear as day just now! Weird! It was a long time ago. :)

Just Be Real said...

Maybe a few times in my life I actually held one of those cattails. Thanks for the 55 Brian.

only a movie said...

I love cattails.
The forgetting part of growing up sucks.

Betsy said...

I've never done it! Now I want to! Am I too old? ha.

Mmm said...

nicely done, Brian. Until we grew up...awww.

Tony Single said...

Now ain't that the kicker... that we forget how to chase our dreams. Brilliantly put, Brian! I love cattails too. :)

lime said...

oh this is so wistful, so evocative, so wonderful. i can feel the wet grass under my feet as we chase the fluff.

Tracy said...

Lovely 55, Brian! Have a super weekend.

Caty said...

nice 55...I hope I never forget to break the cattails...or take time to enjoy the moment.

Bee and Rose said...

This totally took me back to my childhood! What a fabulous 55!

Magpie said...

The rituals of childhood...the innocence...the fun.
When I was in high school and had just mopped and waxed our kitchen floor, a cat tail broke in the doorway and blew all across my still wet floor. Not fun!

Mama Zen said...

Don't you wish that we didn't?

Mona said...

That is a beautiful metaphor for dreams! The imagery is so vividly visual!

Wonderful write, as usual!

Susan Deborah said...

". . . and forgot to." I wonder how many dreams are lying there buried deep waiting to be excavated. Some never will be . . .

Thoughtful 55.

Joy always and wishes for a brilliant weekend,
Susan

Joanna Jenkins said...

It's been years since I thought of doing that to cattails. Nest trip to Ohio it'll be on my to-do list. Thanks for the reminder.

Terrific 55.
jj

adeeyoyo said...

Brian, you have discovered the secret of getting back into a child's head! Forget the 55 - this is truly beautiful!

A Daft Scots Lass said...

We as adults forget to do a lot of things.

Changnoi said...

I still have plenty more cattails to break.

Stan Ski said...

Great memory from not that long ago really I guess - but it seems like forever.

anthonynorth said...

Sometimes growing up can be no good at all.
Excellent, as always.

Birdie said...

I think that you didn't forget Brian ... your poem is the 'proof' of it ... such a lovely poem, it brought some memories ... I used to pick them and bring them home, it made me smile :-)

John's comments said...

I once ran out and called attention to the harvest moon holding the houses down but the other grown ups went on talking. My 55 here

blueviolet said...

That makes me miss the carefree days of childhood!

magiceye said...

absolutely brilliant!

Crystal Jigsaw said...

A very nostalgic few sentences, making me smile on this dull Friday.

CJ xx

mrsnesbitt said...

What a sad ending - yet so true. How many simple things we forget.

D

jinksy said...

A good reason for never growing up! :)

Zuzana said...

I guess the most important thing is to retain our childlike innocence.:)) I always enjoy your short stories, hope your Friday is great Brian,
xoxo

BLOGitse said...

Grew up? Me? Never! :)
But a superb poem!
Greetings from Casa!

Lorraine said...

Thanks to you, I never forget :)

Help! Mama Remote... said...

That was very encouraging. We do forget to dream as we get older.

Vicki Lane said...

I 'planted' cattails on our newly dug pond by cutting cattails from a ditch than bringing them home, breaking them and waving them like wands around our pond. The most sucessful magic! We now have cattails in plenty!

Lovely piece, Brian!

Pauline said...

yep :)

Boonsong said...

This is very clever, and very enjoyable too. Thank for sharing it.

All the best, Boonsong

Jannie Funster said...

Growing up can really suck -- that's why I've avoided it!

:)

xo

the walking man said...

You may lose the lung and leg power to chase the breeze floaters but you never have to lose the will.

Jessie said...

i love your sense of imagery. this is sad, but it is so full of real life.

have a great weekend,
smiles,

Cheryl said...

I'm glad it doesn't have to be like this if we remember.

Claudia said...

...that spilled through our fingers like dreams...
I'm so glad we don't forget all of our dreams when we grow up..love the blues feeling in your 55..

ds said...

Oh, so true. But now you have reminded us. Perfect, thank you.

soundoffreedom said...

oh how I hope I never cease to be child-like just maybe a bit less childish at times but the wonder of it all teaches me to hope!

Candie Bracci said...

Really nice poem Brian :)

Captain Dumbass said...

Never played with a cattail, I'll have to go look for a pond today.

Smart Mouth Broad said...

I sometimes gets so lost in poetry but I was right there with you. You took me back to my childhood. So fun! Summer days. Love them!

Everyday Goddess said...

It's good to have children around so we can do all the fun stuff we have forgotten!

drybottomgirl said...

Thanks for the childhood memory, we need to be reminded to dream a little. When my husband and I were first married, he waded out with me on his back so I could pick these huge cattails. I didn't realize that you should dry them first so I took them home and stuffed them in a milkcan that stood in our entry way. One day my husband said, "what is that horrid smell?" we started searching and yep, it was the cattails. So out they went....lesson learned :)

AmyLK said...

Cat tails are great! We have them right across the street. Its like its snowing when they fluff out and the breeze takes them.

TechnoBabe said...

Some of us are just now growing up.

reedssss said...

lovely poem
the rhyme is just perfect

otin said...

We used to break them open and put them through a widow fan. It was like a snow storm!

CM said...

Oh I love this! It reminds me of when I was a kid and lived in the country. We used to do that all the time. So true, I forgot too!!!

natalee said...

aww growing up sucks sometimes..doesn't it???

Akelamalu said...

We miss out on so much when we grow up.

Sweet 55 Brian.

Life@Cee said...

Beautifully done. I was running along the river bank with you.
Cee

Kulio said...

I love this image :-)

"and forgot to"

yes

Jen said...

We forgot how fun it was to chase, even the ones we couldn't catch.

moondustwriter said...

But Bri you haven't grown up and I hope you never do. you always have that wonderful fresh outlook on life

smiles from the moon

swputh said...

This one left me with a feeling, some sort of nostalgia...
Too good....

sparrowsong said...

it is so sad that adults forget how to be kids sometimes.

Pat said...

I could just remember how soft the cat tails would feel, and how the "stuffing" would burst forth when you broke it open. This brought back a lot of childhood memories. Thanks for that!

Maggie May said...

I loved this. Very nostalgic.
Maggie X

Nuts in May

heartspell said...

lovely 55...let's never forget. heartspell

joanny said...

What a wonderful 55er and love the Picnic and children and families and velociraptors all running and playing and eating, sigh, one "magic moment' captured in time, a very Zen day with the Millers.
Reminds me of "Our Town" a three-act play by American playwright Thornton Wilder
If you have not read it is is worth the read.

I have to remember Wed. & Theme Thursday, barely got through this week. Ugh!

Joanny

Jennifer said...

Terrific imagery Brian. Just love those dreams that caught the breeze. "Until we grew up" indeed.

I feel like all I ever write when I come here is "beautiful" - but you are a beautiful writer.

Cinner said...

Loved this Brian, put me right back to the farm as a kid. I think I need to play more. take care.

Luisa Doraz said...

Hope you all have a fun filled weekend. :)

kkrige said...

pretty piece Brian

sarah said...

beautiful imagery...beautifully written.

J Bar said...

Great work.

steveroni said...

We grew up and forgot a LOT of things...thank you Brian for THIS reminder.

Mine is HERE

gospelwriter said...

What a great metaphor! I loved being taken back to simple childhood delights, but not so much remembering all the dreams I'd let slip through my fingers later on... perhaps I can catch some of them still

Lady Fi said...

Oh, how I wish we would never forget the wonderful world of the imagination!

Selina Kingston said...

Oh such simple pleasures. I need to learn how to have childlike fun again.....

Mr. Stupid said...

Chasing cattails was always fun. Maybe, growing up is not that good after all. This is one of the many things we forget growing up.
Beautiful post, Brian:)

evalinn said...

Beautiful!

Sam Liu said...

This read like the most poignant of poetry, Brian. The beauty, the power of your words is unparalleled...and the last lines, "until we grew up
and forgot to." What can I say? I am simply in awe.

hope said...

Ah, the trick is to grow up and NOT forget those moments. Must be why I still like dandelions. :)

Lulda Casadaga said...

Love the imagery as always you have another winner. I think you deserve many more awards. And I think you need to give Lima Beans another chance. My neggy veggy is brussel sprouts! :D

Fireblossom said...

I love cat tails too. Lovely 55, Brian.

KB said...

growing ups a bitch :)

Marla said...

Love this. We talked about dreams today in church. Excellent Brian, as always.

schererart said...

Lovely images :)

Syd said...

I used to do that also.

Jim Swindle said...

Very well-written.

J. said...

This is excellent! Love the theme and its simplicity. I will reread...