Monday, May 9, 2011

magpie tales: punk monk


mohawk erect, i sit
on the split log bench
by the grape arbor
seeking solace on bent
elbows, fingers tracing
wood grain, searching
for answers in the whirls
of tree ages

marks of storms and creepy
crawly invaders among the sun
god's benevolence baked in
and through it all stood tall,
arms raised, despite, until laid
low to create this space

green buds & leaf adorn the vine
dry limbs, trimmed one at a
time by hand, last week
lay for the burning, but again
new life has come, trumpeted by
the song of wing

soon enough new fruit will
feed, for those unwilling
to be content only to touch,
without strength to bring
to lip & ingest, this is a
sluggard's gambit.

in habit, breathing, i toe
the regimented red brick row
back to the house no longer
alone among the sown garden
of my thoughts.

This is a Magpie Tale.

And Today, Gay Cannon does a great job explaining the intricacy of rhyme at One Stop Poetry.

79 comments:

David Allen Waters said...

A self portrait in words....wonderfully done man :)

Corinna said...

absolutely loved this. every word.

Duane Scott said...

When are you publishing a book?

Kori Donahue said...

Love...well done. Kori xoxo

Pat Hatt said...

Damn to you I tip my cup
But I saw the rhyme theme and attempt to show you up
Words surround you so well
Also so profound I must tell
Wow once more
As you amaze at your shore

Helen said...

You spirited me away to another time, another place another way of living.

Beachanny said...

Bravo Brian. What a delicious concoction you've served today with true rhymes, assonance and consonance running through your metaphor linking tree trunk lines, garden path bricks and the lines in our hands and the trails of insects telling of destiny and change.

Myrna R. said...

Beautifuland spiritual. Such a wonderful description. I love how poetry just flows from your nature.

UmaAnandane said...

The magpie image portrayed very well :)

Short Poems said...

Absolutely beautiful,loved this. So nicely done!

anthonynorth said...

Perfect, as always.

Daniel said...

Hey this sounds like someone I know. But, I guess that's the point. (Smiles)

Heather said...

i totally agree with Duane, when are we going to be able to have a book of all of your amazing words...! have a great one! xo

ayala said...

"the sown garden of my thoughts"...love that....nicely done :)

Friko said...

What can I say except: I envy you your ability.

budh.aaah said...

Its not so lonely out there or within once we realize that we do have company in one form or another....
very lingering this one is..

rosaria said...

I envy your ability also! And wonder how you can be so inspired so often, so deeply.

The Bug said...

No longer alone with the sewn garden of your thoughts... lovely!

Natasha said...

You never cease to impress, Sir Brian. Loved the language you used with this piece, and to read aloud...spectacular! Congratulations...you were my office share for the day! (keeps me out of trouble if I can get the boss man to appreciate too!) We've added another fan to your lengthy list..Rock on, poet!

Claudia said...

how do you do that..? the words seem just to tumble around you and fall willingly into the perfect place..this was excellent brian. what probably spoke most to me was the seeking solace on bent elbows...love the image and makes me aware of my own need for solace..

Tara Miller said...

This is really beautiful and peaceful my love. I can see you sitting on our bench above squiggy taking in everything around you. I also see a deeper layer of meaning in this poem that we can all relate to.

william said...

A MASTERPIECE, WELL DONE MATE :)

Henry Clemmons said...

Standing O!! Great. One of my favs in a while. Your poem took over during the time of read. Inspiring.

Lena said...

'Mohawk erect'......that's a bloody good start! You fab-wordy man you! I loved this, Brian.

Josh Hoyt said...

Great job on the imagery and similitude between the different entities that reside. Very interesting causing deep thought.

hedgewitch said...

The contemplative life is a hard row to hoe, my friend, but you've caught a lot of the flavor of what makes it so attractive here. Esp. like the audio-visual of " trumpeted by song of wing..."

Alan Burnett said...

Wonderful poem - it just suits the photograph so well.

Magpie said...

So, I'm guessing you found your solace. Who wouldn't...when you're able to see the world as you do.
Great job!

Aquarius63 said...

The imagery in your words brings a feeling of wistfulness and a wonderful place to escape to.

Anita.

Matt Coughlan said...

the drunk punk monk sunk
to a funk when the slunk stunk
skunk bunked by junk trunk

...

Sorry, couldn't help it. Rhyme day and all. :D

Loved your poem. Favorite part is the first stanza, since it's such a clear picture in my mind. Excellent!

Ann Grenier said...

Clapping-hands delightful Brian, I love it!

Jill from Killeny Glen said...

This is so good Brian...if only we COULD find answers in the whirls of tree ages...((sigh))

Boom Boom Larew said...

Amazing, what some time spent in contemplation in a garden will do for you.

Arian Tejano said...

your words are like staccato music to my ears. such a fresh narrative.

Margie said...

My goodness, you are an amazing poet!
loved this!

honeyhaiku said...

Breathtaking piece. No other words for it.

tracy said...

This is beautiful. I was right there with you and could see every little detail.

She Writes said...

I like where you took this. The monk stumped me.

brenda w said...

Anyone who looks for answers in the whorls of wood ranks tops in my book. Well constructed piece from start to finish!

versebender said...

Another excellent piece, Brian. I really like your versatility...some of your work is raw emotion and some, like this, is lyrical. Vb

LeahJ.Lynn said...

As as always. well done. i like it alot.

ladyfi said...

That last line is fabulous!

kkrige said...

I bet this one was tricky for you, as you are the master of free-verse. Like the journey you take us on while you trim the vines though. I love spring yard work and getting my hands dirty in leaf buds, creepy crawlies and plain old dirt. Sounds like enough for a bonfire afterwards too. Sweet!

Catalyst said...

"a sluggard's gambit", indeed.

Not in your writing, friend Brian.

Raven said...

I love each and every line, am astounded by your creativity, and totally jealous of it at the same time. Great writing, Brian.

JL Dodge said...

Brian you are a master !!
JL&B

lucychili said...

interesting contrasts
thoughtful punk
burning timber
and baked red brick

Zuzana said...

Taking inspiration from the beauty of nature around you and relating to a lovely garden, when you think about yourself and your mind.
Lovely and so speaking to my own sentiments.;)
Have a great day dear Brian,
xoxo

Sandi McBride said...

I call this Spring, Brian and you've captured it beautifully!
Sandi

Vicki said...

that was great brian. i liked the tree trunk lines. i have traced my fingers on many a tree trunk, wishing for it's wisdom.

Lorraine said...

I love this so much, I have no words......

Lyn said...

I love the way you describe the process of renewal..very well done!

Kate Hanley said...

Very well done. Absolutely love the title.

blueviolet said...

I'm glad things continue to grow and evolve. :)

Isabel said...

love the imagery. wonderful poem

happygirl said...

No longer alone among the sown garden. Love the garden and the wood.

Paul Andrew Russell said...

I like this, Brian. It gave me an immense feeling of peace reading it. Very nice. :-)

Kerry O'Connor said...

I like the links in imagery between the man and the garden. The whole has a feel of ancient tradition, told in a modern voice.

Kathe W. said...

meditative and peaceful- love this poem.

Brigid said...

A great piece, Brian, it was almost musical in it's rhythm - wonderful.

C Rose said...

You orchestrate absolutely wonderful pieces. This one is no exception! ~ Rose

Tess Kincaid said...

My favorite part? "sluggard's gambit"

Glenn Buttkus said...

An incredible piece of work, sir.
The mark of a real poet is that
they reek of poetics regardless
of the setting; the simplest moment
blossoms into a macrocosm of
metaphysical dimension, as
witnessed in your writing.
It is an honor to write beside
you in this willow flock.

Olivia said...

I loved the ending!
Man, this is so well woven.. very well written.. :D

Ren said...

Very deep.
You and another poet that I follow are similar in that you both boggle my mind :)

*thank you for the visit*

Who Is Afraid of Alfred Hitchcock? said...

Hi! Brian...
Words that come to my mind: Reflection,prayer,and seeking solace (or solitude).
Thanks, for sharing your words and thoughts too!
DeeDee ;-D

thingy said...

So absolutely beautiful.

Kim Nelson said...

This is so pleasing to me. I AM a gardener first, writer second, so the imagery and allusion all make perfect sense. I often think the act of gardening is, for me, a moving meditation, not unlike a yogi's practice or labyrinth walker's task.

http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/05/09/courage-in-my-cup/

Martin H. said...

"...searching
for answers in the whirls
of tree ages..." Wonderful.

HyperCRYPTICal said...

A work of art. Bravo!

Anna :o]

Pastor Sharon said...

I'm with Duane Scott. . .where's the book, man?

Trellissimo said...

And Mohawk to me says tomahawk... Not quite the spirit of St Francis...

Andreas said...

Great piece!

"no longer
alone among the sown garden
of my thoughts" is a wonderful line!

Thank you for your visit the other day. Your kind words are much appreciated.

Goofball said...

I can see you sitting on the log

Shaista said...

Well, I liked the 'song of wing'. I am quite sure that perfect little phrase will stay with me.

And that is all I shall write, for your 71st comment :)

chiccoreal said...

Dear Brian: A very lovely texture to this poem; tactile and meditative. Excellent imagery!

PattiKen said...

There's something so melancholy about this. Wonderful imagery honoring the power of Spring.

trisha said...

this was powerful brian.

Steve Isaak said...

Excllent, distinctive. Great title.