Tuesday, August 10, 2010

yesterday, today & tomorrow

i picked the last grapes of the season today, those not devoured by the sun that once nurtured them & i thought of you...

sitting & staring at all your yesterdays, arranged like sun faded polaroids on the dashboard of your dreams, color bleeding, around black oval fingerprints, surrounded in blue & green, where you held on too tight, trying to make it fit your reality...

the Cortez in me wants to build a raging inferno & hold your still shaking hand, as you scatter them among the hungry flames...burning ships laden with memory, so there is no way back...freedom rising in the ash, on smoky tendrils...but you've left the wood damp with your tears...

so i wait & squish grapes between my tongue & cheek, tossing the seeds in your general direction, until one takes root...

a new day will come, with a sun not so harsh.

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121 comments:

jinksy said...

Loved the set of images you painted here, then the 'squish' which popped the bubble of memory as well as the grape.

Daniel said...

This one got to me, perhaps too deeply. I need to get out of my office to walk this one off. Blessings.

Boonsong said...

This communicates at so many levels. Thanks for this.

All the best, Boonsong

Anonymous said...

lovely & intense-- My poem will be up tomorrow...
http://mairmusic.wordpress.com/

The Bug said...

Lovely - wet wood & fingerprinted polaroids...

heartspell said...

Hope that day is today....Cortez frightens me a bit....The sun will dry those tears on the wood.... Great imagery....I hear the hope still. heartspell

Alan Burnett said...

Wonderful : like Sepia Saturday meets the Days of Wine and Roses.

TechnoBabe said...

The juice of the grapes stirs around the juice of memories, good and bad.

Susan Deborah said...

A new day will come . . .
Hope is a great thing.

Joy and peace always,
Susan

G-Man said...

Spit in your general direction?
That sounds like Monty Python!
Was this bit of brilliance conceived in the privy?
It matters not, it was great son.
Rock On.......G

5thsister said...

this one hit close to home...especially the line "...sitting and staring at all your yesterdays..." I yearn for that new day when the sun is not so harsh.

Magnificent. One of my favs by far.

Claudia said...

sitting and staring at all your yesterdays - holding too tight...arranged like sun faded polaroids...dashboard of your dreams..trying to make it fit..

sad story - and sometimes it would be good to burn it all and start again...but not that easy when the past has such power...
excellent poem brian - think i've read it about 10 times...

J. said...

Paragraph two, in particular, spoke to me, just to me???

Excellent reflection - well done Brian!

-J.

signed...bkm said...

oh yes, most of us have been there or will go there...but the sun does come back out and new seeds do take root....and no one can really help you except that person within...blessings...bkm

drybottomgirl said...

There's a tiredness to the gardens (or vinyards) that happens at the summer, even the smell is warm with decay. Nature's way of preparing us for what is to come, a rest in fall and winter. Like this one!

justsomethoughts... said...

wow.

Cinner said...

Wow Brian, I am so glad the sun always comes out again, great visionary here. smiles, hubbies Mom is out of the hospital today. thank you for thinking of her. take care.

CM said...

The black/green bruises, hoping your advice takes root, reassuring that a new day will come...Is this for one of the kids you work with?

In any case, very intriguing...I had to read it three times!

DJan said...

You are so darn TALENTED. Sometimes I fight to keep myself from feelings of inferiority by some of the wonderful creations I find from my blogging friends. I must remember to keep my own authentic voice, since it doesn't seem to work for me to write like you do...

Sam Liu said...

That last line is breathtaking, Brian. The scenes and the images conjured by your writing are very beautiful, and so wonderfully vivid.

Maggie May said...

Yes....... it was the last line!
Maggie

Nuts in May

AmyLK said...

We all have to let go of the past and plant the seeds for the future. Wonderful imagery, Brian!

Goofball said...

I don't get what this is about I'm afraid.

william said...

Brian you really bring your work to life, I imagined being in the South of France at a wine orchard, superb mate..

Matty said...

Just goes to show that even grapes can be romantic.

The Retired One said...

Soooo much imagery in your words today!

Nessa said...

Like the ongoing cycle of life.

Maggie said...

Grapes can be bittersweet but sure can be delicious. Very nice write!

Captain Dumbass said...

'Burning ships laden with memory.' Love that line. I could write a story around that line alone.

Brian Miller said...

g-man..its funny you say that because the original line was spit them in your general direction but it seemed a bit harsh...kinda like the sun...

Eva Gallant said...

You have such a way with words! "on the dashboard of your dreams!"

Grand Pooba said...

Great descriptions!

Brian Miller said...

@heartspell...the cortez reference is intensional...he is attributed with saying burn the ships so the soldiers had no way back, but from what i understand he did not burn them only destry them...but we have 'changed' history to fit the quote...like we do with our own memories....at times...it was a subtle layer...

Brian Miller said...

@heartspell...the cortez reference is intensional...he is attributed with saying burn the ships so the soldiers had no way back, but from what i understand he did not burn them only destry them...but we have 'changed' history to fit the quote...like we do with our own memories....at times...it was a subtle layer...

Bonnie said...

Just beautiful Brian. It reminds me of how my mother spent her last days and some of my feelings at the time.

The Girl from Cherry Blossom Street said...

raging inferno...
there's something about the word "raging" that is really frightening.

PattiKen said...

Very powerful images, like "all your yesterdays, arranged like sun faded polaroids." And then squish. Terrific.

laure said...

this ...

"tossing the seeds in your general direction, until one takes root..."

is vivid for me.

you leave your reader hopeful in the end. i like hopeful endings.

dustus said...

"arranged like sun faded polaroids on the dashboard of your dreams, color bleeding, around black oval fingerprints, surrounded in blue & green..."
the color outline of fingerprints on a photo—helluva a detail. Great piece... Sometimes you have to burn your ships to truly survive—apt reference.

John's comments said...

Interesting interweaving of perspectives with sensual imagery and a grain of anger. I have posted two poems this week. On not saying hello is new but Kingpin Baby was posted up on a quiet Sunday so I thought I’d give it another outing. Both are adaption of different formal poetry forms – pantoum and sonnet.

Just Be Real said...

Oh so can relate here Brian. Felt something. Blessings.

anthonynorth said...

The line about tossing the seeds is excellent.

Prayer Girl said...

I think I'll just stick with a comment like, "I really liked this, Brian." :)

PG

Pete Marshall said...

that was a top drawer piece full of marvellous prose and imagery..had a great feel..excellent..cheers pete

Mighty M said...

My son is a squisher too. He prefers a nice blueberry to a grape though, much messier. :)

slommler said...

This piece has so many levels. The actual act of eating grapes and then the imagery of taking a young ripe soul and smashing it with words and deeds. Will a new thought take root? A new direction take hold?
Loved it Brian
Hugs
SueAnn

CatLadyLarew said...

Ah... sometimes we just need more time before we're ready to let go. What a gift to have someone there waiting.

Tom said...

no doubt...but cool fruit makes the hot days more bearable.

Desert Rose said...

Ahhhhh..i love this one Brian...sooo touched me,deep inside..i m trembling..beautiful!

sweetmango said...

"the Cortez in me wants to build a raging inferno & hold your still shaking hand....."

sigh, that is magic! the whole piece is emotive and beautiful.
Thank you.
xm

Neva Flores said...

Magnificent poem........

ModernMom said...

So great Brian!

divisoria said...

when the sun is harsh... make raisins?

loved this one. :)

ds said...

There is so much here, I don't know what to write--and I can't stop reading it. Perhaps that is the best praise of all.
We are all Cortezes, aren't we, trying to make new worlds fit our perceptions of them, burning the memories, ignoring the sun...
No, I can't stop reading this.

little hat said...

"polaroids on the dashboard of your dreams'
Really enjoyed this short but evocative piece brian.

Me said...

I might have to spend a bit of time with this one - so many gorgeous words...

Lori said...

For some reason this really makes me think of someone that is near and dear to me that is at the end of her life. I think of all the days I have spent holding her hand as of late, talking about yesterdays, today and the tomorrow that may not come. Great one Brian.

sheila said...

Wow, I'm pretty sure everyone can relate to this at some point in their life. That was beautiful.

Calli said...

This is fantastic, Brian. I hope one day you will put these in a book!

*smiles*...

TALON said...

This is an interesting poem, Brian. Laden with rich imagery. But can I confess that I do not truly understand it? It makes me think one thing, then I think another...

kkrige said...

:)
Nice one Brian.

I like the placement of "burning ships laden with memory, so there is no way back".

SuziCate said...

This is fabuloous. Love the imagery but especially how waiting for the seed to take root. Well done!

Tracy said...

Oh, I love this...even though it's a little wistful.

Tony Single said...

All your yesterdays squeezed into a solitary mind... this echoed with many potent images. :)

emily wierenga said...

there are so many good lines in this... beauty.

Deidra said...

You've got it going on, my friend. The dashboard, the grapes. It's beautiful.

Glynn said...

And what happens to the one seed that takes root? (Ok, so I had to ask.) Nice one, Brian.

Teresa said...

So much imagery in there. It really paints a vivid picture in the mind. I'm so glad it ends with hope!

Magpie said...

..."tossing the seeds in your general direction, until one takes root..." Oh, there is still hope.

Beachanny said...

Love your metaphors. Well done not to go for cliche thoughts. Everything very fresh, your voice is very clear. Outstanding poem. You have a lovely gift. Thank you.

tracyhsays.com said...

Such a nice, pleasant read with great imagery and deep thoughts, but still easy going...I enjoyed every word.

LadyFi said...

The imagery is fabulous - the writing divine! This is one of your best yet!

A Daft Scots Lass said...

straight to the heart

Susannah said...

This is a beautiful piece of writing.

Tabor said...

Well done. As others have said you filled both the sense of sight and taste. You are keeping these in a book?!

Gwei Mui said...

"burning ships laden with memory, so there is no way back...freedom rising in the ash, on smoky tendrils...but you've left the wood damp with your tears..."

This really got to me - well thenwhole poem did but those lines stuck in my throat and in my minds eye

Birdie said...

How can I be always so surprised that you wrote something even more beautiful then the previous post? Yes, you did, again :-) you really do paint with the words Brian, I could, again, see the fingers, the blues on them ... the grapes ... and I did love the image of Cortez! Happy Wednesday :-)

Lorraine said...

Your one shot is spectacular

Cindy said...

I loved this and was also a little unsettled by Cortez, thanks for the explanation.

JamieDedes said...

This one is memorable, both for the sentiment and the intensity. Well done, Brian. I love it!

Thanks for visiting today. There are actually two posts up for today on my blog. In the second post, I pass the "Sweet Blog" award to you.

Cheers!

Candie Bracci said...

Such a lovely post Brian!Have a great day :)

Vicki Lane said...

The extended image in the second paragraph is so terrific!

Baino said...

Your commenters are absolutely right, put them in a book and make a squillion

natalee said...

wow.. i love the cortez ref... just wonderful....

Crystal Jigsaw said...

There's always a new day around the corner.

CJ xx

JennyMac said...

Love your beautiful writing Brian.

Suz said...

a wonderful poem
full of images

Shrinky said...

Hauntingly beautiful, Brian, very wistful and deep. I love how you have left us free to fill in the gaps, enabling us to pin our own interpretation to the story.

Sophia said...

" arranged like sun faded polaroids on the dashboard of your dreams"...

Regardless of past and present, new days do come...can we stand strong and be patient? The tears will dry soon.

Well written.

The Thirteenth Crossing said...

Intense and vivid. Superb as always.

Wordless Wednesday: Meet Me At The Corner Of...

Valerie said...

You have the world's best imagination, Brian, plus an ability to describe it in words.

The Empress said...

This was scared me, b/c I felt like I am him.

That's unsettling.

Maybe that's what poetry is supposed to do, it can't be all good feelings,right?

Eric Alder said...

Spitting seeds? Sounds like 'sour grapes' to me, Brian! (LOL!)

Just kidding, of course... I liked the segues between grapes, photographs and memories.

Linda said...

This is such an amazing poem. It reached right into my heart. How I understand that sitting and looking at my yesterdays and the freedom that comes from finally putting them in the fire.
This was really very special.

JeffScape said...

Love that third paragraph. Love it.

sagirl said...

This is just too beautiful for words...

Menina said...

This is one of my favourites of yours, Brian. There's something I can't put my finger on but I like the writing style, and the venom pouring out.

Brilliant!

gayle said...

Beautiful! Going to read this over and over!!!

Steven Marty Grant said...

Wow! this poem is absolutely thick with images. I don't know where to begin with the positive comments, so I will simply say very well done Sir!

Raven said...

This was just lovely. I especially liked the second paragraph. So vivid.

Wild Rose said...

These are great memories of yesterday, sweet fruits of today and intense hopes of tomorrow. You just painted it perfectly in my head Brian and that is what i love about your writing it's very vivid.

Pat said...

Wow - you sure have a way with words! Great analogy!

joanny said...

Brian

Ingenious use of word descriptives, pretty profound writing there. Wonderfully crafted and well thought out.

Joanny

Pauline said...

your words always create such vivid pictures!

Who Is Afraid of Alfred Hitchcock? said...

Hi! Brian...
What a very nice poem-especially, this words...

"so i wait & squish grapes between my tongue & cheek, tossing the seeds in your general direction, until one takes root..."

...that "caught" my attention.
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D

Who Is Afraid of Alfred Hitchcock? said...

Hi! Brian...
What a very nice poem-especially, [these] words...
Oops! I'am so sorry, about the typo...
DeeDee ;-D

Jannie Funster said...

Totally. Awesome!!

That bit about the polaroids faded on the dash -- freaking BRILLIANT!

xo

Otter Thomas said...

Fantastic use of the english language. It's like you are speaking a different dialect than me.

Monkey Man said...

Life is a grape....Hmmmmm.

sage said...

wow, nice, I like "the Cortez in me..."

Kavita said...

This was one heck one a moving poem...
From the first line itself, I started picturing the scene, and it was a sad one..
The pain and longing are so beautifully and tenderly brought here, Brian..this is amazing!!!
And the last line - phheewww! My nose itched and eyes welled on that one!!!
An excellent one shot!!
That approaching birthday is doing things to you!! :)

betweenhearts75 said...

Amazing Brian, the burning up of the past to let go, the grapes still fresh of today, the seeds for tomorrow, very poignant. So much angst from certain memories, but ended with a smile for the future. Really enjoyed this. :)

Jenna said...

I bow deep to you, Master Of Imagery. I am stunned into awe, especially with the second paragraph. Many thanks for sharing your words.

Amanda said...

This has touched me deeply ...the line .."...sitting and staring at all your yesterdays" wow, I have chills...I am going back to read it again!! This is a masterpiece my friend!!!! x

moondustwriter said...

No burning ships Cortez - go walk it off on the grapes


nice one Bri

great 1 Shot - a ringer

Carolina Linthead said...

"a new day will come, with a sun not so harsh." YES! Such a beautiful contribution, and I'm so glad I stopped by. Thanks, as well, for your comments on my offering.

Marla said...

Oh Brian....

sgneist said...

Wow, very moving and evocative - speaks to each and every soul in its own way - universal sentiments.

Pravin Nair said...

wow brian tht was a collector's item :) absolutely lovely images conveyed throug such simplicity..

have nt been much into blogging off late..call it disillusionment with the straitjacket thinking or maybe my own lack of understanding/creativity..But very few writers like you still exist who continue to inspire through your writings..

I just pray n hope that u preserve the fire of your creativity and may it burn infinitely...

Cheers!

Fireblossom said...

This is really special, Brian. I was simply blown away by the third paragraph in particular, but the entire thing is top shelf stuff.

Liza said...

Okay, you made me cry with this one. Where is the tissue button?