Wednesday, October 13, 2010

every day. unseen. miracles.

i ate a plum today.

i say...

i ate a plum

& while this may seem
holy unremarkable to some,
pushing my mouth through
the brief tension of it's skin,
juices coursing down my chin
i sucked the sweet from my teeth
so as not to waste any, and i am
unashamed to say the rag as well,
i used to clean my face.

i ate a plum today

& if you don't see the miracle in that,
then you have never subsisted
for weeks on rotting apples, stolen
from beneath the farmer's tree,
at night, to avoid the kiss of
rock salt on your backside
from his gun, mama mushing
them with her wooden spoon
into apple sauce to hide the spots

so let me say again...

i ate plum today

& i saved the seed,
cause this boy
can still dream

this little bit of povertry was written for Imperfect Prose.

And One Shot Wednesday is still going on, so write a poem and join up.

93 comments:

Steven Anthony said...

I always find myself wondering do these writings come from your own true experience....they are always wonderful.

Daniel said...

Sometimes, I too, take a step outside of myself as I do the everyday, "normal" activities. When I can view the whole scene, above the fray, that is when I can most enjoy, most appreciate what I am tasting. Sweet.

Tom said...

so, what's a plum taste like?
i stole a nibble off a feral crabapple yesterday...tart, and oh yeah, miraculous

Travel & Dive Girl said...

I can relate to stealing apples as a child and then getting a belly ache from eating too many.

Goofball said...

mama's are resourceful to make apple sauce to hide the spots

william said...

sounds diving mate, great post :)

Titanium said...

There is sublime magic in the little things, the awakening of the senses, the reminder and perspective this piece brings.

Joanie M said...

The first thing I thought of when you talked of stealing apples was this scene from The Wizard Of Oz:

Scarecrow: Come along, Dorothy. You don't want any of *those* apples.

Apple Tree: Are you hinting my apples aren't what they ought to be?

Scarecrow: Oh, no. It's just that she doesn't like little green worms!

JStar said...

:) I love plums...this is cute

Jessie said...

as always an enjoyable read. there is more depth to this than some realize--in my opinion... :-)

smiles,

Tabor said...

Only those who have been without can appreciate the simple goodness of life.

Claudia said...

i want a plum now...but have only figs in the kitchen..but i guess there's a fig miracle as well
love this one brian. it has that sensual touch, expresses gratefulness and links to memories of the past - nice!

Eva Gallant said...

You just seem to have an endless supply of ideas and vivid images in the brain of yours!

Mmm said...

I thought this was a published piece--it is SO good. you are so talented Brian. Such a way with words and love how you tie all this together. I want to go eat a plum now too! :)

dirt clustit said...

Finally the term "getting your rocks off" makes sense to me.

181stories said...

Haha! Great poem. I know just what you mean, I love biting through a plum's skin. Sometimes it's tough to find a good plum but when you do... man oh man!
The old farmer near my elementary school never got me with his shotgun of rock salt - but he got my friend. Back then the sheriff just laughed and my friend took a week of from school. I wonder what would happen nowadays...

Jannie Funster said...

Breath-taking, Brian!

The part about mama hiding the apple spots -- brill!

I'ts all a miracle indeed.

xo

Becky said...

This was so cute.I loved it!

Meeko Fabulous said...

It's awesome to sit back and savor the little things in life that we are fortunate to have. I remember stealing peaches off the neighbors tree and they were the sweetest peaches ever. :) Oh to be young and carefree again.

Maggie May said...

Plums...... yummy!
It is good to remember things like that. I remember a glut of pears.
Maggie X

Nuts in May

n. davis rosback said...

good of you to point out the unseen that can sometimes be seen, depending...

thanks

katrin said...

plum kisses from me

slommler said...

The plum in itself is a miracle and that it was eaten by someone who needs is an even bigger miracle. The seed can bring more life into his world.
Wonderful experience that you have shared.
Thank you
SueAnn

steviewren said...

Oh, it's sad to think that this is reality for some people. You did a good job of making me believe the poem.

OJ Gonzalez-Cazares said...

amazing post...when did we become so deserving?? what a beautiful reminder of how lucky we are for the ability to eat - whatever the dish and taste - but not to feel hungry. Little and daily miracles indeed!!

Brian Miller said...

this is based loosely on an interaction i had with a boy that had never had much and was in awe of some of the most simple things...he was 12...and never had ice cream

joanny said...

Brian:

Beautiful,,,Yes I wonder too -- is this from your own or someone close to you experience???

I can sort of relate, for in the summer months away from the city life at the tiny cottage , we would walk on to the neighboring farms, and pick fruit and some times we would get chased by this nasty farmer and his son with their shot guns, they never did shot or aim to catch us -- looking back it was more a game of scaring the kids but it never worked, for we always came back again...
Cheers,
Joanny

Miss Nikki said...

mmm plums. We take the little things for granted don't we?

lakeviewer said...

So true!

Melissa said...

lovely poem, brian. i really enjoy the imagery. intense, but beautiful.

Caty said...

this was awesome :) Not everyone can put themselves in someone's shoes like that.

elizabeth said...

I love the gratitude involved in this writing...thankfulness for something we would too easily eat without even paying attention to the miracle.
Thanks for your kind encouragement over at my place.

Tracy said...

That was plum good! And, yes, I like the Kindle though I can understand the romance of actual books. I have many friends who want to read words written on real paper and hold a real book in their hands.

Katherine said...

Plant the seed and some day you may have a hundred juicy plums to savour the sweetness of. This was wonderful & light Brian ... things are a little heavy today in Blog land, even at my place! So this was much needed. Loved it!

Nancy said...

Anyone who has never sucked the sweet from the rag, raise your hand? Nice touch there.

Kim A. said...

I have some aging bananas that are going into a fruit smoothie and some over-ripe tomatoes that will become tomato juice tomorrow. I understand your poem today. I saw the miracle.

♥namaste♥

Teri said...

It looks as if there are a few miracles still happening around the world. We have hope for this planet yet!

blueviolet said...

Your plum pit is going to yield you some nice juicy gnats so you might want to rethink saving that.

AmyLK said...

I love the imperfection of this. It flowed

Jen said...

We have to go without for awhile to truly appreciate the blessings in life.

Slamdunk said...

Thanks for putting this experience into verse Brian--it carries a powerful message.

gospelwriter said...

a beautiful write - it is a miracle, isn't everything?

Matty said...

It would be a miracle if I ate a plum.

life or something like it said...

you are a very good writer. I look forward to reading your posts every week! THank you for painting such good pictures in my imagination!

ladyfi said...

Wonderful words! Is there anything as delicious as a newly-picked plum?

clean and crazy said...

my little miracle is buying toiletries that we could never afford, hairspray and sweet scented body spray, those make it on my grocery list, those are things i enjoy giving to my little girls, so they may go out into the world with their pretty hair brushed and smelling nice after a morning bath.

those were things i didn't get as a child, and i marvel in today.

Giovanni said...

Wonderful piece, vivid details about such a simple pleasure.

Stranger said...

Plums are fantastic that way -- the seeming firm hard skin breaking to reveal such juicy soft fruit. Delicious. Thanks for the reminder of the little pleasures we take for granted.

TALON said...

I loved the seed being linked with a dream...and future. Great writing, Brian!

KB said...

I hope you saved some for us.

Chocolate Covered Daydreams said...

That was endearing and precious. To want to even suck the juice from the rag...what a visual picture!

Susan Deborah said...

A lovely way to express gratitude. It's simply amazing to feel that we can relish something so much!

Joy always and many tastes to you :)

~ Susan

Zuzana said...

You find so much beauty and meaning in the simple moments, as they bring back meaning of moments that were less than simple.
Always a joy to see what your poetic mind is contemplating.;)
Have a lovely day dear Brian,
xo

adeeyoyo said...

I loved this, Brian! Everything on this earth is a miracle and it is such a shame that we take most of it for granted. You often open my eyes - thank you!

Birdie said...

smiling I'm ... if we all could take a joy in everyday unseen miracles the world could be a different place I believe ... happy day Brian!

Valerie said...

Excellent,Brian. Count your blessings comes to mind.

secret agent woman said...

Thich Nhat Hahn describes eating a tangerine much the same way, being fully in the moment and aware of the gift of it. I'd say, having lived through his country at war, he knows.

Cheryl said...

Hi Brian. Nothing pithy to say. Just hi.

♫♪♥Lonely Dreamer♥♪♫ said...

Superb !! :) I love the end !!! it's beautiful.

Candie Bracci said...

Wonderful!!And we take plum for granted too often.

TechnoBabe said...

For me, I have a heart for not wasting what nature provides, so the apples picked up and made into applesauce is what I like about this. Well, I like lots more but that is the blessing.

Lorraine said...

You just put so much in every words...I'm always awed

drybottomgirl said...

This reminds me of William Carlos Williams and Langston Hughes. Sometimes the smallest unexpected happenings can bring us equally unexpected delights. I'm off to find a plum now......

Laura said...

I do, I do Brian...indeed a miraculous experience when one is fully present! Beautiful poem...one of my favorites of yours!

Mama Zen said...

Oh, this is beautiful!

Lori said...

We take so many things for granted. We forget to appreciate what we get to eat every day when some get nothing or eat of a garbage can. Thank you for reminding me of this Brian. XX

Myrna R. said...

Gratitude is sacred. Your poem says it all.

Thanks as always for your comments to me. (Calling me a poet - what a compliment!)

The Empress said...

So true.

People don't see the blessings they have, that others would think that they had died and gone to heaven if they had them.

That's the world...you just don't know what you have, that others would give everything to have.

Everything is a miracle, if you are in the moment.

Ramblings by Carol Nuckols said...

I never had to subsist on stolen, rotting apples, but I still appreciate the miracle of eating a plum. Life is full of miracles.

Unknown Mami said...

I ate a plum yesterday and although I've never had to subsist on rotten apples, I was still grateful.

emily wierenga said...

i always feel triumphant after reading your prose, brian... and this, with you saving the seed: my heart said, "hoorah!" and i knew some small part of life had been redeemed. so well written. as always. e.

Kati patrianoceu said...

Sucking the sweetness out of the rag?! Wow, that's taking it to a whole new level! Yes, I do know the feeling you captured so beautifully. But I also enjoy the fun of taking neglected things like stolen rotten apples, and making them into something fun like apple sauce.

Friko said...

As long as you didn't eat the last of the plums from the fridge. A plum, a little miracle all by itself.

mama-face said...

hahaha. the only comment I can come up with is that I hate plums ever since overdosing on them as a little kid. :)

patty said...

ah my gosh... if we all only knew what a gift it is to eat a plum!! love this, brian!

Anonymous said...

this is really, really beautiful and touching brian.

a thing which is nothing for a person is miracle for another.

very true.

trisha
mydomainpvt.wordpress.com

Leslie said...

Well, I've never known poverty like this, but I've known extreme food deprivation due to years-long illness. And believe me, I would appreciate that plum! You've captured well the essence of delicious delight in simple things restored to one who has none.

And did I catch just a whiff of William Carlos Williams in there? Just a breath of homage?

The Retired One said...

I swear I could taste that plum,Brian.....I figured you wrote this from the perspective of seeing someone you knew who did not have a good life finally tasting the sweetness of life (and the plum). What I love about being a grandma is that I can watch my grandkids see and try new things for the first time and all of the wonder that goes into those experiences.

Melissa Campbell said...

I just bought some plums at a farmer friend's. You brought them to life. Thank you for this poem! Keep writing, and dreaming. Blessings, M.

tulpen said...

So. I claim to not really dig poetry. But whenever I come here, I like.

We had a crotchety old neighbor who had a plum tree. He liked me and would offer me one when I walked past. I remember the juicy delicious.

Now? Plums make my mouth itch. Really.

Jodi said...

OK. Now I want some plums. Very effective.

beginningpoetry said...

I enjoyed this. It reminds me of a poem about a plums by William Carlos Williams. I think I may g home and eat one. - bill

Carrie Burtt said...

Really makes you think about what we have to be thankful for...wonderful prose Brian! :-)

Who Is Afraid of Alfred Hitchcock? said...

Hi! Brian...
I liked this poem a lot and the fact, that you described the exact feeling that a person experience while eating a plum. Wow! what a childhood remembrance too!

I always find myself wondering do these writings come from your own true experience..."

Like the very first commenter I wonder about that too!

Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D

Pat said...

"the brief tension of its skin" - what a great description! You are the KING of words!

Emmanuel Ibok said...

I see a big miracle in this poem...This was heart felt...wonderfully done!

Cheers!

Sophia said...

It's always hard to appreciate even the little things when life seems filled with negative and downward spiraling things. Your words really encouraged me to try to take a step aside each day and find that one small thing that IS a miracle in my life, regardless of the curent struggles. Hugs!

She said...

unbelievable tone and lesson, both so matter-of-factly stated, that I feel like they hit me right between the eyes. awesome, write, dude!

April said...

amazing...you are so gifted.

Beedeebabee said...

I can't write to save my life... I'm so in awe of your wonderful gift. That was beautiful! :)

Marla said...

I love this. It's real and raw.

Magpie said...

The simple miracles that are everyday moments...like stopping to smell the roses. You put forth the plight of the down and out very compassionately.

JAQ said...

such a simple and pure act has vivid words! great poem!