Thursday, April 14, 2011

55 - whispers of eternity

cans with wet
color lips &
brushes
touches

heaven's essence,
evanescence
on canvas,
i try to
capture,
calling it you

your feathers tickle
enfolding me
leaving/leading

my lips can no
longer contain the
hymns they are holding

you sigh thunder
& rabbits on distant hills
stop mid-hop to
smell the air

spilt paint
everywhere.

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

93 comments:

Katherine said...

Most beautiful Brian! I particularly love "my lips can no longer contain the hymns they are holding" :) Have a wonderful day or night, whatever time it may be there.

Titanium said...

Sing it loud, Brian! Ohhh, this is gorgeous.

Spilt paint makes the best kind of finger paint.

G-Man said...

I figured as much...hehehehe

Son, you tickle my canvas with your way with words every day.
Loved your 55!!
Thanks for playing, thanks for your awesome support, thanks for sharing your perfect Heart of love with us all...have a Kick Ass Week-End
Galen

David Allen Waters said...

spilt paint everywhere....this is most beautiful mate :)

tracy said...

Aw, geez. My heart just got all mushy. Time to fingerpaint, I guess. Hee hee. :-)

hedgewitch said...

Pure genius. And amazingly, in 55 words. Such an articus interruptus even the rabbits are taking a lesson. An excellent love poem, light and not too sweet, just right.

Elaine said...

Oh so lovely!

Kat_RN said...

ok, is it angels?
Kat

Sue said...

"my lips can no longer contain the hymns they are holding"

Really nice!

=)

Claudia said...

oh bri - that's beautiful - love the color lips...so there's poetry everywhere...smiles..sing on..

Who Is Afraid of Alfred Hitchcock? said...

Hi! Brian...
Being an artist...I can so "connect" or "relate" with the words in your poem. (Nice use Of 55 words too!)
Thanks, for sharing!
[Another poem to print-out and add to "me" pocket before midnight.
Happy Poem in Your Pocket Day!]
DeeDee ;-D

Josh Hoyt said...

This is a great poem good job!

ayala said...

"my lips can no longer contain the hymns they are holding" love that :)

Little Ms Blogger said...

I've always been curious and wonder how you find your inspiration to write such great poems on a daily basis.

annell said...

Spilt paint everywhere, seems like a lot of fun after all.

Fireblossom said...

Okay, now who's going to clean this up???

Daniel said...

Bursting forth with creativity and spirit here.

CM said...

Oh so magical, I can see the vibrant colors of spilt paint.

You were painting when this came to you, weren't you? Possibly an easter themed masterpiece?

Sorry, it's the investigator in me coming out :-)

Stranger said...

Wow! Just wow. You've got the art, the nature, the sensuality and big heart -- it's just... wow.
As always, I love your writing.
Happy Friday 55!

signed...bkm said...

did those rabbits spill the paint..to paint this beautiful canvas...very nice..bkm

dustus said...

Tight. Not a wasted word among all the spilled paint. lol Wicked flowing rhymes too.

Monkey Man said...

no sense crying over spilt paint. Heavy 55, B.

Teresa said...

Great poem! Love the alliteration. It has a perfect flow.

Tiffini said...

wow...first time here. first time linking with Emily and I am blown away by all words. 55 words huh? I am always struck by those that can write poems..yours is beautiful..like ya wanna get lost in it kinda way..
xo

happygirl said...

As am I, Tiffini, as am I. LOVE this Brian.

Bonnie said...

...evanescence on canvas... that's what you do ...

Alice Audrey said...

You've become abstract today. I like it.

Arts web show said...

Fantastic job Brian.
It goes a bit like my most recent paining. lol

Ocean Girl said...

The comments made this more explosively beautiful.

Hope said...

all well deserved comments! wonderful write, Brian!

Jill from Killeny Glen said...

I cannot finish a complete thought in 55 words let alone tell a story!!

Well done Brian.

Heather said...

simply gorgeous! ...spilt paint everywhere...I love this!

Me said...

I just love the way you put words together in ways I've never seen before. Really love the "You sigh thunder" stanza...

Tara Miller said...

This is really beautiful, love.

Janna said...

Favorite parts:

"I try to capture, calling it you"

"You sigh thunder"


And, of course, the rabbits. :)

Thanks for another Friday 55!
Mine's here. :)

TALON said...

Decadent...and purely sensual. Loved this 55, Brian.

Margaret said...

I'm thinking that we all want to see your paintings...

Patricia Caspers said...

Love those hymns, too. And those last lines. May have to try this whole 55 thing at some point.

Barbara said...

Cans with wet color lips - your imagination amazes me! So prolific!! I'd be jealous, but I enjoy it too much.

Shanae Branham said...

You really have a way with words, Brian! I enjoyed this piece. I can't believe you have already written your peace for 55. Thanks for stopping by and leaving your words of encouragement on my triumph and tears blog.

ds said...

Beautiful. Truly. You do capture evanescence, spilt paint and all...

Birdie said...

It's simply beautiful Brian!

Chocolate Covered Daydreams said...

There you go, Brian! You've just got a way with words!

Selina Kingston said...

How can I have stayed away so long when you write as beautifully as this ....

Enchanted Oak said...

You hit the jackpot with these lines:
my lips can no
longer contain the
hymns they are holding

Ha! Don't you love it?

anthonynorth said...

Some great lines in this.

Olivia said...

Mannnn.. you got me with this one..
abbits on distant hills stop mid-hop to smell the air?

spilt paint everywhere.
A huge grin!

Not a single word wasted!!
Beautiful song indeed.. :D

weekend Hugs xx

Cinner said...

Beautiful Brian, for sure.

slommler said...

Ahh!! You must be speaking of all the splashes of color that announces the arrival of spring! So beautifully put Brian.
Hugs
SueAnn

BLOGitse said...

Pure art.

Valerie said...

Marvellous. Every one a winner ... they just get better and better.

magiceye said...

wow
love this!

JStar said...

Your paint a beautiful picture with your words that have feeling...Love it Brian, as always!

Kate Hanley said...

Beautiful, the rhythm of this poem is just lovely.

sarah said...

beautiful Brian...☺

Mama Zen said...

This is beautiful!

Lorraine said...

No one writes of it like you do

Natasha said...

Nice, Brian... my imagination really gets to run with this canvass ;)

Vicki Lane said...

Oh my! 'You sigh thunder & rabbits on distant hills...' That's wonderful! Makes me think O Robert Graves' WHITE GODDESS.

MorningAJ said...

You paint with words!

... Paige said...

very nice

AmyLK said...

So pretty! I can't believe what you can create out of 55 words. Amazingly talented!

drybottomgirl said...

You paint such pastoral visions with your artistic 55! Loved it. Hope you and yours have a sweet weekend....

Teri said...

Yeah, who cares about the paint spilling when there are wet lips in the picture!

Magpie said...

Sometimes it's like that - something wanting so much to be born from within whether through words or paint or film.

Scott said...

Good to the last line...which I liked a lot.

Tammy said...

Ilove the imagery. Thanks for playing!

Graceful said...

Well I'm not sure I totally get this -- but that's my problem with poetry, I'm always trying to nail it down. But I can appreciate the imagery here...so that's something, right? Particularly love the line about lips not containing hymns they are holding -- like that quite a lot.

LauraX said...

Love this line Brian "my lips can no
longer contain the
hymns they are holding" Beautiful 55.

MomsJournal said...

It's Spring! Well it's supposed to be, but we haven't had much spring here yet. Nice 55. :)

Jannie Funster said...

I was singing hymns this morning! Felt great.

xo

Helen said...

Oh those tickling feathers will get you every time .... this is so nice!

RNSANE said...

Such an artist you are, Brian dear, in every medium - words, music, painting - I've never heard you sing....perhaps you should record something for us here!

My 55 is at:

http://rnsane.blogspot.com/2011/04/friday-flash-55-those-were-days-april.html

Whitesnake said...

http://whitesnake45.blogspot.com/2011/04/saturdays-look-forward-kb-birthday.html

Your Invite, family welcome to come...

Menina said...

I've missed reading your blog. What a lovely thing to enjoy after so much time. Wonderful as always, Brian

Lulda Casadaga said...

I can see the bunnies a hoppin...sorry for the spilt paint! :( Lovely as always!

hope said...

That's QUITE the picture you painted. :)

yellowhousecafe said...

"cans with wet / color lips..." so brilliant a description.. you've painted such a vivid scene, I swear I, too, could smell the rain... fabulous 55 ~

Steve Isaak said...

Love this, excellent, perfect. We must have paint on the brain these days.

rhymetime(aka Pat) said...

Painted quite the picture with your words
Sending the images out like singing birds
Yeah that one needed work
But it's been a few days sense I came to lurk
So cut the cat some slack
As I always come back

Sophia said...

"my lips can no
longer contain the
hymns they are holding"

This entire piece was earth shattering to the heart and soul...the lines above are my favourite...just saying.

joanny said...

Beautiful Brian --- artistic license in poetic verse.

joanny

Ami Mattison said...

What a lovely poem, Brian. Love the "cans with wet/color lips" and the entire 4th stanza. Beautiful! It's amazing that this is only 55 words. It says so much in such a compressed space. Great job!

lori said...

"my lips can no
longer contain the
hymns they are holding"

yes, i know that feeling. you are endlessly offering me inspiration :)

ladyfi said...

So evocatively sensual! Lovely.

Syd said...

Sounds as if you could be doing a Jackson Pollock.

nance marie said...

bam! i like it.

Joybird said...

you sigh thunder, wow, and the rabbits all stop...this makes me very happy and kind of safe

Akelamalu said...

Wonderful Brian :)

Colleen said...

This is my favorite of yours I've read so far! I love so much about it but would have to think of the right words to describe what it makes me feel. :)

Goofball said...

one can never resist tickling feathers

Pastor Sharon said...

The beauty of what you write, takes us on journeys where the road forks a thousand different directions.

Each path leads somewhere and I want to experience each journey and every turn.

Shanae Branham said...

As always your touch with words is astounding! Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my 55 entry last week!