Wednesday, February 16, 2011

butter popcorn fingerprints

the hand that turns back the darkness
gently stirs the slumber of the masses

not like your mama on school days
when you were already running late

but a caress on the cheek after a first
kiss. i stand on the deck and watch

the first flower of the season open
it's arms to hug the sun, then blush

purple~white with a hint of yellow
like butter popcorn fingerprints,

love, come touch me next.

written for imperfect prose

87 comments:

Daniel said...

Oh mama, soft and gentle, let as loud as a thunderstorm!

deb colarossi said...

you are a wonder , Brian

Carrie Burtt said...

This is delightful and full of wonder....i love this one Brian!:-)

blueviolet said...

This is very pretty. :)

CM said...

Beautiful. Bring on Spring!

Flowers hugging the sun...so eloquent and lovely. You are by far one of my favorite poets!

Mighty M said...

I was eating popcorn when I read this.

Unbuttered. :)

Cheryl said...

Simply beautiful.

joanny said...

Such sweet prose, love will surely come to your door, for your heart is open to receive.


I have such little time these days to write & post so I combined one shot & imperfect prose.. and you are the first one I visited for I know I will always be amazed at the virtuoso of your words.

joanny

Magpie said...

Such a sweet moment of birth and new beginnings.

5thsister said...

The very 1st line had me intrigued. I definitely can see this as a metaphor for life in general, especially those of us on our walk to healing and wholeness.

Suz said...

hmmm
what a way to say it

Travel & Dive Girl said...

Sorry for my absence of late, but nicely done....as usual...

Heather said...

oh.......how sweet......adore this one! xxoo

Lori said...

Sweet...now I'd like some popcorn...:)

lori said...

"...but a caress on the cheek after a first kiss." and "love, come touch me next."

Such beauty here from beginning to end. *sigh*

Joseph Pulikotil said...

Hello Brian,

Marvelous poem takes my breath away. You have drawn a beautiful painting which leaves a deep impression on my mind. You are a master with words.Kudos to you.
Joseph

Mama Zen said...

This is so pretty!

sage said...

very nice!

The Retired One said...

So beautifully graphic and sensual...loved these descriptions,Brian!

L.L. Barkat said...

"love, come touch me next."

sweet little shivers :)

nance marie said...

oh the touch of love
and buttery fingers

Abby said...

'love, come touch me next'

isn't that it...all in love and so sweetly portrayed here...

thank you!

Betsy said...

I'm very soft spoken...unless I need to get the men moving! haha. Then they look at me like "How did that big voice come out of her little body?" lol.

butter popcorn fingerprints...what a lovely line!

Joybird said...

I like this...the hand that turns back the darkness gently stirs the slumber of the masses...your mind works in mysterious ways. I am so glad. I like the way you play tetris with words and images.

Michelle DeRusha@Graceful said...

That is beauty and gentle-lush embrace, Brian. Thank you.

Monkey Man said...

Always a thoughtful piece of joy.

Hilary said...

So tender sweet.

Celestial Dreamz said...

tender and beautiful ... a complete delight to read, Brian

elizabeth said...

Beautiful!

Linda said...

Oh I do like this one Brian. It is so gentle and uplifting.

heartspell said...

Beautiful imagery... lovely taste of the season to come...

Bradley Howington said...

This is a wonderful poem, Brian. I loved it! Your way with words is wonderful. :)

Jodi said...

Nice, Brian, really.

Bernie said...

Like a soft gentle breeze...:-)Hugs

budh.aaah said...

''love, come touch me next.''
Beautiful as usual Brian. You find so many different ways/words to touch, reach out to the sleeping psyche through the nettles of love...

She Writes said...

Brian you just wooo the women who read here :).

signed...bkm said...

Oh that is beautiful and so filled with spring...very nice...bkm

KB said...

So beautiful!

David N. said...

I love your last line. I love winter, but man am I ready for spring this year. I need grass between my toes and a bottle of Riesling.

TALON said...

Is it okay to say this was pretty, Brian? Because it really really was...

Alegria Imperial said...

A gentle song this time and what lovely lines especially the last three stanzas. Love melts on any surface, doesn't it? Thanks, Brian!

Sue said...

This poem is a little too flawless to qualify as "imperfect prose."

;)

Zuzana said...

That is the way I feel about the second season as well - but could never describe it so eloquently.;)
Here we are back under heavy snow, sigh...
Have a great Thursday dear Brian,
xoxo

Madeleine Begun Kane said...

Lovely!

ladyfi said...

So lovely!

Valerie said...

Beautiful. The last line really got to me.

God Whispers said...

Sweet moment Brian.

TechnoBabe said...

This is really cool for a lot of reasons. "A caress on the cheek after a first kiss" fits in with my post today. Early morning sights are a joy. You make waking up and standing outside watching the world awaken a special joy.

Birdie said...

so lovely ... I love the crocuses as well :-) have a great day Brian

slommler said...

Loves' touch is sweet, soft and gentle. What a beautiful poem Brian!
Hugs
SueAnn

the walking man said...

So you want me to whisper "I Love You" in your ear and grab your ass like I did for my Valentine? Can I think about it first?

Lorraine said...

Spring love ...and yes you are a wonder

Debbie said...

Very sweet and full of love.

The Bug said...

Oh this is EXTRA nice :) It might inspire me to right a REAL poem this week. Heh.

Iwrite4u said...

butter popcorns fingerprints...love them so much.Liked your poem!
Thanks for dropping by :)

Boom Boom Larew said...

Ah... romance at its finest!

Grand Pooba said...

Love it...but now I want some popcorn dammit!

Captain Dumbass said...

For some strange reason my work computer insists on jamming your comments over top of your post. I don't know where your poem goes, but the first part is nice.

trisha said...

this was delicious brian. just like a bag of hot popcorns.

trisha

Jen said...

Me next! I want spring!

Kim said...

not like your mama on school days

inspires me to be a mama with a gentler touch, one that last line might be addressed to

... Paige said...

this is a brilliant peice!

smell the buttered popcorn, spring, feel the kiss, the touch...the longing

swoon

Claudia said...

oh i love it - and i know exactly how this feels...a few days ago, i was on a walk and discovered the first flowers, stretching towards the sun and i was stretching towards the sun as well and twittered:

put my soul on a swing out in the sunshine - and it gently starts to rock..

annell said...

Me too, me too! Beautiful, beautiful. I also love butter popcorn, pass the napkin, please.

Shannon said...

love it! :)

Jen Chandler said...

Love it. This poem begs to be savored like a good wine. Think I'll go back and read it again :D

Kathy's Klothesline said...

As always, you paint a lovely picture with your words.

Pat said...

So, so gentle and beautiful!

happygirl said...

I LOVE crocuses. touch me next.

Mona said...

I love the image of the flower hugging the rising sun!

April said...

ah, yes....let love come.

patty said...

simply breath-taking. love this.

Connie Mace said...

what more can be said after 72 comments?? but I truly like this "the hand that turns back the darkness
gently stirs the slumber of the masses"...ah yes...

Ténèbres à la lumière... said...

Hi! Brian...
Brian said,"the first flower of the season open
it's arms to hug the sun, then blush..."

Ah! The First Sign(s) Of... Springtime...The one very... descriptive quote say so much...
This poem is very well-written too...beautiful!
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D

Ténèbres à la lumière... said...

Oops! I meant to say...
Ah! The First Sign(s) Of... Springtime...This one very... descriptive quote say so much...

nic said...

stunning imagery, brian. you've a deft grip on that pen.

David Allen Waters said...

that last line rocks dude:)

Leslie said...

"... then blush

purple~white with a hint of yellow
like butter popcorn fingerprints,"

LOVE this, Brian.

Shewriting said...

majestic writing...God's sun awakening us all so gently...longing to feel the love we see He gives to even the little flowers...this is very beautiful, brian - I wish I could get myself out of bed early enough to witness such miracles.

emily wierenga said...

oh, brian... LOVE this... the butter-popcorn fingers... the love, touching... the flower unfolding. i find hope in it today. thank you.

Natasha said...

Beautiful write, Brian! and LOVE the title. I having trouble with the "imperfection" however. :)

Lisa notes... said...

And we all say:
"love, come touch me next."
Beautiful.

Kati patrianoceu said...

beautiful. spring is such a season of hope, the loveliness that is just right around the corner!

Goofball said...

spring is coming!

Syd said...

The daffodils are blooming here. I think that the back of winter is broken here.

mama-face said...

Spring, you cannot get here soon enough. ;)

Marla said...

I can't stop smiling. Lovely.