Saturday, April 30, 2011

Blood, Dog Crap and Tears (The end of a journey)

On the 30th day, the poet...

...places his pen by his notebook, well pleased

...throws his pen against the wall, piercing the drywall, in angst


rises from his desk and goes out for some fresh air

storms out, slamming the door behind him, swearing to never write another damn poem

sun sparkling in his eyes, he stoops, inhaling the sweet symphony to the senses of the spring tulip

immediately stepping in a steaming pile of dog crap, realising he forgot to put shoes on

spies a neighbor working his lawn, waves, smiles exchanged, he goes to ask him over for a drink later

curses the idiot neighbor and his dog of questionable parenthood, throwing a double single finger salute toward their house while exhausting his repertoire of colorful metaphors

a-mused by the warm thoughts of hospitality returns home to capture the emotion

still screaming, now realises he locked himself out of the house, retrieves a garden gnome from the other neighbors yard and throws it through the window, cutting his palm as he crawls through the gaping hole, trailing blood droplets behind him, interspersed with a lone line of brown footprints across the two month new carpet

sighs as he sits once more in the chair at his desk

collapses into the chair at his desk, burying his head in his hands, his tears matching hearts blood from the cut drip for drip as they mingle on the fresh page of his notebook

takes up his pen and beings to write furiously

finding nothing else, wipes the dog crap from his feet with the now soiled page

and thus a poem is born.

and thus a poem is born.

30 poems in 30 days is now complete as is Poetry Month. Thanks to those that joined me on the journey and especially to the team that wrote alongside me, Ami, Hedge, Tricia and Shay. Dropping back once more to 6 days a week and looking forward to writing a story or some other meaningless drivel, haha.

56 comments:

secret agent woman said...

The first way sounds more pleasant. :-)

Josh Hoyt said...

Wow what a journey. I hate dog crap it's always in the most inconvenient places:) I have really enjoyed your poems they have made me laugh, cry, get angry, and inspired me to new heights. Congrats!!

David Allen Waters said...

I always enjoy everything you write my friend...this is no exeption, brilliant stuff :)

Ed Pilolla said...

and thus a poem is born indeed. the dog crap is a great symbol. how many writers would have the guts to do that and the ability to pull it off? great to sip on your magic daily again:)

Claudia said...

i can't write...my hands are shaking from heavy laughing...but tell me it's not true that you left dog crap traces on the carpet...agh...

ds said...

Ha ha, and yet not "ha ha." So very true, dog crap and all (here it's more likely to be a furball. Don't ever step in one of those. Trust me.). Congratulations on completing 30 in 30!
Looking forward to whatever you have to offer, but watch out for the garden gnomes ;)

Bonnie said...

It is clear you absorb each and every experience, each and every perspective, and mine it for pure gold! And whatever choice you make in perspective, you come up with treasure!

happygirl said...

Wow, 30 poems in 30 days. I've enjoyed your month of poems. This was a fun one. I want to learn how to think in metaphors.

Sue said...

This is perfect, Brian. I've traveled both ways.

=)

Melinda Owens said...

Absolutely love this parallel. And the second poet? That's my kind of poet. Congratulations on your accomplishment.

Myrna R. said...

I suspect writing poetry is like breathing for you. I would never think it involved blood or dog crap. Tears, maybe.

I'm gad I missed this challenge. Don't think I could have done it. But you, you can write several poems in a day. Breathing is involuntary.

Daniel said...

This one had a unique flair. Loved it.

Cloudia said...

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lori said...

Aw, laughing and crying with you. Congrats on finishing with greatness :)

5thsister said...

And what a journey it was to read! Well done!

Tara Miller said...

I got a nice chuckle from this one!! What a bad day for the poet...LOL. I think he should have stayed at his desk. But, then again, if he hadn't ventured out he would have nothing to write about....

I'm proud that you accomplished your goal of 30 poems in 30days. Nice job!

Barbara Shallue said...

That was awesome!

The Empress said...

This one made me laugh.

Sorry, but I'm the type that laughs when someone slips on the ice.

And no one gets hurt.

rmpWritings said...

quite an enjoyable treat...(reminds me of 'what was said' vs. 'what was meant')...while the first seems nicer path to a poem, the second feels like it would yield a more entertaining piece...

congratulations on hitting your goal...30 poems in 30 days...I, myself, look forward to finishing up my 30-30 journey and finding my way back to the rules and order that guide my usual post...

rosaria said...

You just crapped all over that new carpet, didn't you, just to show the journey was tough. Still...

Pat Hatt said...

hahahaha oh now you're getting rather funny
Was the dog poo runny?
You really made me laugh with that one
I guess the dog crap can get the job done
So maybe you should thank the mutt
Just don't let him/her sniff your butt

hedgewitch said...

PAR-TAY!!!PAR-TAY!! Dog crap is a small price to pay to reach this happy day, my friend. I rolled, reading this...the human passions, the angst, the deep misery and the heart-rending joy, of knowing , at last, it's over! And despite saying I wasn't going to write a poem a day, I only missed one day. We rock and are supercute. A+++(or AARP, in my case.)

Betsy said...

we love your meaningless drivel...

lorely said...

Thanks for taking us to our ordinary lives...I cleaned up dog crap today...but didn't step in it...does that count?! I find when I try to write...the words aren't there...it's only when I stop trying they appear...rest your weary brain...that was hilarious!

Who Is Afraid of Alfred Hitchcock? said...

Hi! Brian...
Instead Of, "A Tale Of Two Cities"...I decided to re-title your post a "A Tale Of Two Poets"
It seems as if this is a tale Of what one "wishes" would happen, but what actually"
happens...and instead Of, a "A Star is Born"..."thus a poem is born."
Thanks, for sharing!
[I hope that you, and your readers, have a good week-end too!]
DeeDee ;-D

Monkey Man said...

parallel universe hmmmmm. 30 in 30 tough one well done.

Mama Zen said...

This is freaking perfect!

Christine said...

The path to brilliance is covered with a multitude of different points of view. I loved this.

Now can I stab you with my pen because I didn't take up the challenge of 30 poems in 30 days and you just made me feel bad about myself.

Congrats!

God Whispers said...

As usual makes sense and for me that is scary. Hee hee. Blessings.

Katherine said...

30/30 Wonderful work! The end of a journey maybe .. but not the end of creativity & the birth of a poem.
What is that saying?? .. "From little things, big things grow"
From a moment of pure distraction, madeness & mahem ... a poem is born!

Friko said...

So which one describes your day?

Brian Miller said...

friko, it all depends on what day of this challenge it was...some days were easy, some were, well a lot like the second which of course is very metaphorical...i would never disrespect a garden gnome...they come alive at night to reenact shakespeare dont you know...all in all i probably wrote 50+ poems this month, some did not make the cut and some sit germanating so it was a very fruitful challenge...

tracy said...

Whew, I knew those garden gnomes had to be good for something. :-) Well done, Brian. Thanks for letting us tag along. More adventures await!

Magpie said...

This one was very enjoyable. It just proves what I always try to tell my husband...same crap, different outlook. :)

Scott said...

that bad huh? I think I'm going to start calling you the survivor. Even seen that movie "A Serious Man?" Kind of reminds me of that.

Ali McKay said...

did the dog poo thing really happen????? cos it happened to me the other day and was totally GROSS!!!!!!

here's some good news... you won the freakin' scentsy my man.. and I think you'll love it!!!!

xxxx

sage said...

Congratulations on the 30 days of poetry--but what a day you describe!

CM said...

Wow, good for you! 30 days is a huge task for someone who also works, has a family, and wants to keep his sanity!

I sure hope this one is fiction or at least part fiction. Dude, ever heard of the hide a key thing that looks like a rock, or the magnetic key holder you hide somewhere? Also, the dog poo, hop on the other foot! :-)

Linda said...

This is quite a journey you've been on. Kudos on your survival skills. Mama said there'd be days like this..... Thank you for sharing. Stopping in at the waystation is always a treat. =D

signed...bkm said...

You made it...crap and all...I am looking to cutting back too...I can smell this poem all the way in CA...bkm

PattiKen said...

Boy, some people will do anything to stir up a little inspiration... ;-)

Steve E said...

I'm reminded of when God created, well...everything, "beheld" it, and was well pleased.

Wonder if God REALLY knew what was coming??? Something like dog poop on bare feet.

Well I slipped MANY a time in cow dung--bare feet and more--or is that 'less--grin!

A GREAT month for you. After your 160, you can have the rest of the day off...Hmmmm? (NO WAY!)

ladyfi said...

Hope you really didn't experience the second one.

Well done for your heroic 30 poems in 30 days - that is quite an achievement!

ayala said...

Smiles...some days are like that...well done and congratulations for completing the challenge .
Happy Sunday :)

Danielle Mari said...

Ha! Absolutely love this illustration of the dichotomy we all faced. Congrats on a strong finish.

Pat said...

Wow - thanks for dragging me with you through the crap. Thank GOD it was only figuratively!

slommler said...

Yes some days are like that and it sucks. But words finally flow and we are pleased with the results.
Well said Brian.
Hugs
SueAnn

Sheila Moore said...

ha - now that is talent...writing something good that originated from crap. Thanks for the chuckles, and I am glad to hear you really didn't throw that gnome (they are vengeful little dudes - have you seen gnomeo and juliet yet?)

Vicki Lane said...

Whew -- some days are like that...and that other too.

Goofball said...

dog poop....it stays funny at any age.

Nice juxtaposition of the 2 stories

Joybird said...

grins - the realities and the rewrites

nance marie said...

either way a poem
i like it

The Silver Fox said...

This is hilarious... and "proof" that a writer can draw inspiration from anything. Well done.

Madeleine Begun Kane said...

Very funny! Love it!

Syd said...

Oh boy, I have had one of those days before. It is really humorous in retrospect.

haikulovesongs said...

love this! some days i'm one, some the other. {smile} since this is unofficially May 2010: International 5 Line Poetry Month, i think you could even get by with one 5 line poem a week ~ if you're interested:

http://tina.mnnguyen.com/5lines/