Thursday, December 16, 2010

55 - love & rocks

what is love...

(many have asked)

...that one minute
it tears the heart
from your chest, squeezing
& the next be
the very blood
it is beating

(tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-thump)

i toss rocks
at your window
hoping you hear,
and if so, that
you want to
open it, to me.

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

93 comments:

secret agent woman said...

And if the person opens the window, she (in your case) has to hope you stop throwing rocks. :-)

Teri said...

Yes, love. It can tear your heart out, make you laugh, make you cry, hurt so good and hurt so bad. But what would we be without it?!! My LOVE to you, Brian.

Daniel said...

I sure have lived both sides of this life, one side more so than the other. Sigh.

Monkey Man said...

Thanks, Brian. I have been waiting years for that answer. :-) My 55 will be up soon.

The Retired One said...

Soo cute...yes, one's heart does beat like that when the game is anticipation and wonder of new love!

gayle said...

Love.......the best thing in the world!! Love this!

mama-face said...

sheer perfection.

Bonnie said...

Really? I haven't heard any rocks ... and I've been listening!

D.A.W said...

ahhhhhhhhh love one minute the very breath of life, the next a knife to the heart...

well done dude:)

Titanium said...

Toss 'em gently... it's never good when you accidently break the window.

Gar.

sheila said...

Oh that's so sweet and old fashioned! :o)

Here's mine...:o)

moondustwriter said...

yeh I was hoping the window isn't already open

Lovely Bri - such the romantic

lakeviewer said...

Yes, it is a many splendored thing.

G-Man said...

Toss a big one and see what happens!
Some say...Love IS!
In Fact...I Loved this 55!
Thanks for this philosophical query!
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End...G

Teresa said...

I tried the pebbles on the window thing once. I just got his mom. Oops.

Vicki Lane said...

You are the poet of love,

Me said...

*sigh*

I love this one. :)

Lori said...

Sweet! Having a willing reciever of our love is the best...when it's rejected feels much like being hit with rocks.

kaleidoscope said...

Love, she is the ever elusive mistress...isn't she.

Joseph Pulikotil said...

Hi Brian,

In a few words you have said it all.Lovely description of love.One should go through it to experience it.

In India,the Taj Mahal,world wonder,was built for love.

Best wises,
Joseph

gautami tripathy said...

Been there, done that. And Still hold my illusions..


a picture

kkrige said...

Aw, those last 2 words
I hear them said so small.
quiet

keep trying
hugs

magiceye said...

reminds me of the old song 'knock 3 times on the ceiling if you want me...'!

nice 55

TALON said...

I loved the "tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-thump" - it made me smile. Ah,the mystery and magic of love! I loved your 55, Brian.

PattiKen said...

Oh, yeah, she'll open her window for you. No question.

Slamdunk said...

With the rocks on the window, I just always imagined an angry father pulling it open. Those visions never have a happy ending.

Neva Flores said...

Brian, this is beautiful!

ladyfi said...

A wonderful description of the highs and lows of love.

Zuzana said...

Oh yes indeed, what is love... It can be so many things and as you know, I have contemplated it myself so very recently.;) But your take on the issues of the heart never disappoints.;)
Have a great Friday dear Brian.;)
xoxo

Alice Audrey said...

I think you can trust she will be listening for you and glad to open the window, maybe even the door.

Hilary said...

Who wouldn't open that window for you?

Reflections said...

Cute take, but much deeper thoughts come to mind than just a young love tossing rocks at a window. Maybe leading to a life shared?

Tabor said...

Nice passionate rhythm you got going...ka chunk!

Belinda said...

Aww, your romantic side shows! Very nice.

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Alan Burnett said...

As so often, I perfectly formulated 55 - and a magnificent opening 21 as well.

Valerie said...

Love is ... an enigma. There are so many levels, so many variable emotions.

Sumit Sarkar said...

what is love...
The question though answered many times still remains unanswered..

Very well done in 55... :)

Mona said...

Ah! A great risk there really! What if she starts throwing back those rocks :D

On a serious note a very sensitive poem :)

joanny said...

encase she opens the window and you happen to still be throwing those rocks, I hope she ducks in time....or is that the point? Love hurts at times?

good one,

joanny

5thsister said...

In my past I had been known to toss a large rock or two but all it did was crack the window. Then one day...

Sweet 55.

slommler said...

Ahhh! The secret rendezvous!!! Bliss!!
Hugs
SueAnn

TechnoBabe said...

I hope people still throw pebbles at windows of someone they love in hopes of them opening the window. Nice writing.

HOOTIN' ANNI said...

Two words Brian....Beautiful Work!!!!

My Flash 55 is posted Scroll down below my show n tell for Friday to find it.

Have a great weekend.

Marla said...

Yeh, that love stuff will definately make you throw rocks now and then.

Mama Wheaton said...

I think I would be freaked out if someone threw rocks at my window, just sayin.

sage said...

Nice, good job at answering the impossible question!

izzy said...

My pebbles were thrown at peoples doors yesterday- Had a good one-You have a great weekend ! thanks.

Lorraine said...

Romance, you are a master Brian :)

Mom said...

Vivid picture of the ups and downs of love....we must keep believing that once the rocks break the window, no matter how long ago, they stop being thrown.

MorningAJ said...

Brilliant, as usual.

drybottomgirl said...

I like the fact that you wear your heart on your sleeve, and yes love can beat, and tare, and hurt all at once. What an amazing organ.....Hope you have a great weekend!

Liza said...

gave up on the pebbles, now using rocks
Hmmm, I wonder about that.

Remember that Neil Diamond song, Love on the Rocks? I dig that song.

The Empress said...

OK, Brian...why do you torture me so?! The story, the story. Please.

You are awful.

xo Happy Holidays!

lime said...

ah what a wonderful musing on young love. what a well used metaphor too.

Anonymous said...

there is so much difference between rock tossed and rock thrown. :)

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hedgewitch said...

Well, that one's resolved. For today, anyway. Nice 55, my friend. Happy weekend and holidays.

Hope said...

beautiful words, Brian!

Tina said...

Aw, so sweet. You captured the agony of love so well.

Thom said...

This is wonderful. I've asked myself thousands of times what it is. I finally know. Excellent :) Have a wonderful Friday :)

Akelamalu said...

What is love? It's something different to us all isn't it?

Love your 55 Brian.

Raven said...

Aaaw, that is so sweet, love the bit about throwing rocks at her window. That was a nice touch.

blueviolet said...

I hate the ups and downs of love, especially when watching it happen to your children!

Captain Dumbass said...

They say it's all in the brain, but it doesn't feel that way.

Eric Alder said...

"O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head as is a winged messenger of heaven unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him when he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds and sails upon the bosom of the air."

Romeo should have thrown rocks.

Nice 55, Brian!

Kavita said...

I just hope you have a good aim, Brian.. you don't want those rocks hitting the neighbor's window, or worse still, her head! :)

But all said and done, LOVE ROCKS!!!
The first stanza here reminds me of a poem I had written ages ago, called 'universal truth'.. Anyway, Happy 55, and Happy Weekend! :)

william said...

it does more damage than a typhoon mate and can sweep you away :)

hope said...

I always love the way you view life. :)

Joanna Jenkins said...

As a teenager, I always wanted to live in a two story house so a boy would toss rocks at my window. It's so romantic.

Cheers, jj

deb said...

I have a love that I still can't believe .

I hope you do too.

iseeyoulookingatme said...

This is very endearing, Brian. I like the rhythm of the heart beating and the last two lines. I hope she opens up the window for you.....it's cold after all!

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dustus said...

Your 55 cuts at the heartstrings, Bri. Well written and emotional. Throwing rocks at the window brought back memories. Cheers

Enchanted Oak said...

Love and rocks togther are a decent metaphor for marriage.

tony said...

Rock At Window is better than Rock At Heart.......

Pauline said...

love rocks, eh?

Jill said...

When you hope, hope, hope that they return that love!
Cute.

annell said...

Lovely love poem, planted in this very moment, tossing rocks. And I know the window will be opened, I see your heart is pure.

Birdie said...

love has so many faces ... love is what we all wish for ... love can heal and love can destroy as you wrote so well ... I personally do believe in LOVE :-) happy week end Brian!

Barbara said...

Love is taking a chance...
Nice 55.

Wishing you and your family a lovely holiday, Brian. I'm here reading, but don't always comment.

Magpie said...

love and rocks...both things one should not cast about mindlessly.

Claudia said...

..almost missed your 55 - but glad i didn't..there's so much in this..tears the heart from your chest, squeezing...hm..tossing rocks..i so hope she will open it..sometimes we hear the rocks and are afraid of opening the window..

sarah said...

both sides of love...well done in 55 words.

Shell said...

Just so, so charming Brian....love your stories. They transport me.
~shell

Syd said...

I have had love on the rocks before. It has a particular edge to it.

repressedsoul said...

Darn it you broke the window :)

Nice 55 my friend. My window always gets broken, I left it boarded up for the season lol

Candie Bracci said...

Magnificent!Love is bringing the best in that other person you love,because you want them to be happy,not capture them,not keeping them for yourself,you want that person to be shining under the sun,the stars,the moon for everybody to see who he/she is.Only when you want to possess the other one,there is suffering.True love is unconditionnal love.It's divine,friendly,without expectations in return.When you find that other half,that friend,only you cease to suffer,you just are..love.And you can start spreading around love and compassion.But we often have to err in darkness before finding that light again.

Myrna R. said...

Love is definitely a little strange. Hope she does open the window.

Cute 55.

signed...bkm said...

romance is always in fashion...throw the rocks....but not to hard....bkm

Who Is Afraid of Alfred Hitchcock? said...

Hi! Brian...
Nice use Of 55 words...Love on the Rocks...No! Love & Rocks.
Brian,
Thanks, for the definition of...love too!
DeeDee ;-D

Finding Words said...

Catching up. Liked this one a lot.

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Mmm said...

that is such a good descript. Love it. Well put, Brian. :) ...I wan tto go throw some rocks but don;t think the windows woudl open on some.