Friday, April 15, 2011

living in the (parent) hood

i dream in sepia,

sitting in a lawn chair,
grass a scrub patches quilt
my feet cool in a
blow up water hose
filled pool, you
between them, only
you are me in a diaper
and i am you

it is so hot i don't want
to move, each day this
week a month itself, age
being a relative thing
these days & i keep
pulling at my legs
wanting to play

so i splash with my feet
while i titter and coo
and turn a slow smile
now understanding you.

I awoke to a pleasant surprise today, Claudia, Tasha and Glynn had nominated me for the Poet Laureate of the blog world, here, i am humbled and honored. You gave me big smiles this morning.

61 comments:

Titanium said...

Love how the perspective changes, the sepia dreams layer memories of color and the generational gap closes with each line.

Rhymetime(aka Pat) said...

Yes as I can attest
Brains go out with all the rest
And what at first you think is childish and not fun
Soon leaves you completely undone
So it's good to have youth around
As it keeps a frown from being found

Pat Hatt said...

Almost first damn it..lol

hedgewitch said...

That's why kids and grandparents so often click, I think--they're each one end of a line that's meeting in a circle. I love the last stanza.

happygirl said...

Isn't it fun to remember being young? I sometimes try to think back to the earliest memory of my life and try to feel the feelings of being a child. I liked this so much.

David Allen Waters said...

this is wonderful. the perspective of a child from an adult...dreaming in sephia...awesome

Mighty M said...

Just perfect for the kid in all of us!

Who Is Afraid of Alfred Hitchcock? said...

Hi! Brian...
I really like this poem and one word comes to my mind...reminisce.
It appears as if the adult (in your poem) is reflecting on their childhood and summer fun or fun in the summer...While obseving the young at play!
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D

Bonnie said...

It is such a healing act to turn our loving, accepting gaze on our little self ... and eventually our big self too.

Tender and wise Brian.

Daniel said...

I get this one, ..., totally.

Raven said...

Just lovely. I can so relate.

Magpie said...

Sometimes I think it's how we all finally realize how we all fit together and become each other that makes the world go round.

Sue said...

I think we do, in a sense, get to live a second childhood through our children. It's lovely.

=)

Barbara said...

And the circles closes. Love that last bit especially! Beautiful poem - I think this is one of my favorites!

Monkey Man said...

Becoming more childlike isn't a bad thing.

Elaine said...

Sepia...it's like a memory, but just a very young and fresh one. Lovely!

Heather said...

aw, so sweet...it's fun to just "be" a kid sometimes...i like the idea of a sepia dream, too! have a great weekend with your family! xo

secret agent woman said...

When I dream in sepia, it's not of childhood, mine or my children's.

Little Ms Blogger said...

Often I forget the excitement or newness of things and it all comes back to me when I see a child experience it for the first time.

Josh Hoyt said...

My kids loved those pools. Great job capturing the mind of a child.

Vicki Lane said...

Nice perception...

slommler said...

Love the altered perspective!! I am definitely cooing over this one!
Love it
Hugs
SueAnn

Cloudia said...

child is teacher to the man...





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Tara Miller said...

It's nice that there can be so many different interpretations from this. I agree with hedgewitch - I think there is special unspoken bond between the very young and the elderly.

nance marie said...

:-)

Linda said...

There are sensations like summer grass and cool water from a hose in a backyard pool that even as an adult, remind a person of being a helpless child. Pulling at your legs...... they don't walk yet. Babies get to an age where they can't wait to be walking and adults feel so relaxed in the restful yard they don't want to move. It's a paradox, you can only see through the other's eyes. Except the baby doesn't understand the paradox, until they are an adult. I'm up too late. Nice poem. I loved it. Can't wait for such weather to arrive here. =D

Valerie said...

so i splash with my feet
while i titter and coo
and turn a slow smile
now understanding you.

Wonderful ending to a great piece of work.

Claudia said...

you captured both - the magic and the arduousness of being old. ha - maybe it's not that far away for me, having grand children..smiles
will take them on a bike tour then and learn them playing the sax..

Ami Mattison said...

Poignant, Brian. An interesting take on aging and on how it all comes back around in a great big circle. I can see the sepia scene. Nice!

ayala said...

Perfect, Brian....full circle !

sheila said...

LOOOOOOOOOOVE this~! Plus I love the opening line about dreaming in sepia.

Corinna said...

Very sweet and playful. Very much enjoyed.

the walking man said...

Is it that damn hot already there? Please send some this way. And get to that diaper on young you before old you needs to refill the pool eh?

Did you intend to change up and make the final "you" to where it seems you understand the reader (impersonal) you instead of the (personal) you the narrator and protagonist of the piece.

sage said...

Lovely poem and congratulations on the poet laureate nomination

Boom Boom Larew said...

I love your writing so much, Brian! This one makes me happy, imagining wiggling my toes in the water along with you.

trisha said...

this is beautiful and touching brian,

Jess Mistress of Mischief said...

No wonder when the disciples asked how jesus said be like this and pointed at the child. :)

Congratulations, a well deserved nomination!

PattiKen said...

Hey, congrats on the nomination, Brian.

Nice images in this. I love it when your inner child peeps out and waves "Hi!"

annell said...

To dream at all is a wonder! Sometimes wonder where is the time for dreams?

Betsy said...

Poet Laureate of the blog world...yes, I'd say that suits you just fine! :)

lori said...

"each day this week a month itself" - wonderful line. and "i keep pulling at my legs wanting to play" - just excellent.

you deserve to be poet laureate of the blog world. you are certainly my favorite :)

TALON said...

I love the circle of life contained in this poem, Brian.

Congrats on the nomination!

ladyfi said...

Congratulations on your nomination. You deserve it! This is another wonderful poem.

Maggie May said...

I definitely dream in bright colour!
You are very imaginative.
Maggie X

Nuts in May

Birdie said...

awww my dose of poetry today, absolutely wonderful, I read it few times just to soak myself in it (and to understand properly :-), thank you for this moment of joy Brian and congratulation for the nomination! happy weekend to you and yours!

tracy said...

Great job, Brian, and congrats! Again. :-)

Syd said...

It reminds me of the theme for Wordsworth's Ode on Intimations of Immortality. Good for you on the award!

rosaria said...

Congratulations, Brian. You have touched our hearts and souls.

CM said...

Diapers? You must have written this one some time ago.

I can totally relate. We have a blow up pool too and yes, I see my reflections in the ripples of the surface, especially when they are throwing a little fit! :-)

Congrats on your nomination! Well deserved.

Lolamouse said...

I love the dreaming in sepia part. What a wonderful dream!

Lolamouse said...

Oh, and congrats on your nomination! I'd nominate you too but it's not allowed!

Stranger said...

"I dream in sepia" is a fantastic way to bring the reader into this photo-dream. You bring us into this photograph with the lawn chair, hose and swimming pool. The description of heat gives us an idea of how the character sits or looks -and as I read it, the young child is between the feet of the adult? But narrator can see or relate through both pairs of eyes and is in fact a third pair, looking at this photo of parent or other relation (?) and child Beautifully, tenderly written with perfect subtle touch of surreal post-modern awareness. I think this is one of my favorites.

Congrats on the nomination.

Madeleine Begun Kane said...

That was lovely. And congrats on your nomination!

Ocean Girl said...

Growing up we did not have a pool, anywhere, like a club or a public pool. My baby dream in diaper was being scared of the horses and the cows.

Congratulations Brian, you are our poetry laureate.

Fireblossom said...

Ah, Brian has reached "second childishness and mere oblivion, sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything." And in diapers!

*falls over laffing*

Harnett-Hargrove said...

Age and temperance sometimes puts us all on a level plane. -J

The Empress said...

Without a doubt, yes, to the nomination.

ed pilolla said...

congratulations. you deserve the honor. nostalgia i like:)

wolfsrosebud said...

Time flies... everyone has a prison of some sort.

Patricia Caspers said...

I miss the days before I could tell time and life passed by so slowly. I love the flipped roles here.

Goofball said...

this can go multiple ways right? But I think you are talking about your elderly parents