Saturday, June 4, 2011

1SS/160 - Summers with Gipetto


tinkerer tinks turning things,
this n' that into what's
with what fits, dreams
only he sees

summer days, gas &
sawdust his old shop
now empty save
me & mories

The picture above is by Rob Hanson, who is featured at One Stop Poetry.
Written in exactly 160 characters, for Monkey.

Long time readers may remember me writing about summer days spent, during my teens as care taker or my great uncle in the waning days of his life. We spent plenty of time in an old wood shop, or hitting golf balls out into the field and always eating tomato sandwiches for lunch. His name was Lawrence, not Gipetto, but figure I became a real boy some where along the way.

76 comments:

TALON said...

"dreams
only he sees" - that's the tinker's ideal, I think.

This was so neat, Brian. Perfect for Rob Hanson's awesome photo.

Chef Kar said...

Love the photo ~ sweet story and fitting 160 to tie them all together.

Here's mine: 160 ~ Left Behind

Steve E said...

Brian, you are still KING...with your 'mories. Loved it, Sir!

Sheila Moore said...

interesting bit of "brian history" for us and some nice alliteration from you today as well :)

Pheromone Girl said...

Sad and happy, all at once. I spent many a day tinkering with my dad and grandfather. They made me smart and a good engineer, I made them cookies. Fair deal. Thanks for the moment with them, again.

Monkey Man said...

We are sad for those losses but always have the happy memories. Well played 160.

dustus said...

Well done, sentimental 160.

ed pilolla said...

summer days, gas and sawdust.
i'm in the shop with that.

Who Is Afraid Of Miss Lovett? No, Mrs.Lovett... said...

Hi! Brian...
Great use Of 55 words...very vivid description Of the Tinkerer's shop [or what once was...] and the photograph compliments your words or vice-versa...Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D

tony said...

God Is In The Detail.

Stranger said...

My Papa was also a woodworker - hobby not trade - and I used to love helping him measure and guide. I have three wood pull toys he made and they still smell like him and his garage.
I love the exposition part best - about you becoming a real boy from the experience. I think I'm going to have to go explore your blog archives.

Madeleine Begun Kane said...

I love the phrase "dreams
only he sees". Nice job!

Selina Kingston said...

me & mories.....
FANTASTIC! You evoke such wonderful scenes

wurdz said...

very sentimental and touching write.

slommler said...

dreams only he sees!! Love this line and I can so relate. What a wonderful treasure trove of memories you have of Lawrence. What a blessing you were to each other!!!
Hugging you
SueAnn

Valerie said...

I come from a family of woodworkers, I loved the results of their dreams.

hedgewitch said...

160 characters is brutal, but you tinkered a tale nonetheless. The backstory, poem and photo all work well together. Nice one, brian.

kez said...

nice tribute to dying crafts...seems pictures like this evoke memories of childhoods past ....thanks for sharing

bringingwordstolife said...

I love the way you write such great stuff in such short bursts Brian - another example here - Steve

Bonnie said...

....real boy....real man....
real poet....

Touching, and cleverly done Brian.

Jinksy said...

Is the last word meant to be 'memories'? I'm not sure I know what mories are...

Daniel said...

Nice tribute and look back my friend. Have a good one.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I can see that the photo sparked a very real memory for you - beautifully recalled in your words.

happygirl said...

dreams only he sees. Thanks Brian. What you do with a few words... beautiful.

Claudia said...

yes i see what you mean...gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling...can smell the sawdust..

Claudia said...

oh - and i remember the post with you uncle and the tomato sandwiches..

the walking man said...

Nice word trick on that ast line...I like it.

David Allen Waters said...

wonderful memories

Brian Miller said...

smiles. claudia...yeah there are a few i have written about my time with him over the last couple years...making him a tomato sandwich each day for lunch as it did not hurt his gums is where i got my appreciation for them...

jinksy...me & mories was word play, in retro it could have been me/mories....

Heather said...

aw, sweet memories, here. nice and sentimental...have a good rest of the weekend...:)

Kodjo Deynoo. said...

Love the word play, a fun piece here

Jess Mistress of Mischief said...

Love it! The memories and the experiences you share in poetry and stories are priceless!

Glynn said...

I like those memories of "me & mories" - love the playfulness fo the words.

Me said...

Love this.

Lorraine said...

Your writing and sheer tenderness always throws me, you are such a good man ...a great writer

Fireblossom said...

Is this what is meant by that arcane and usually masculine word "puttering"? Is Pinocchio a result of this puttering? Can a trip to the hardware store be far off?

wolfsrosebud said...

Your opening line sings... loved the thought process of Mr. Tinker.

Corbie said...

Brain, I really enjoyed your poem and all the elements that it contained. It really did fit the picture perfectly. Thank you for sharing as always.
~Corbie Sinclair

Eva Gallant said...

You certainly did! Nice tribute.

5thsister said...

"me & mories"
Perfect end
to a lovely 160

Penny said...

Very nostalic. I didn't notice the character restrictions, well done.

Christine said...

My father was a carpenter, love the smell of sawdust, I miss him terribly when I smell it now. Very sweet.

Patricia said...

I can smell my grandpa's shop now. You caught me with the me & mories. I read and re-read... and then it popped! I just love that... you made me & mories smile.

Patricia said...

p.s. I chuckled when I just read that Corbin called you "Brain"... a simple typo, sure, but nonetheless it fits!

Pauline said...

turning things into whats - you're good at that yourself!

Chris G. said...

Ha! You always have such a way with voice, Brian. Great tone in this, starting out with a fun title - and fun to hear your background connection to it.

Betsy said...

love this....a character shaping experience and good memories, not to mention a jewel or two in your crown. Love me a tomato sandwich...can't wait for the summer crop!

rosaria said...

Oh, beautiful memory piece, and a tribute to the power of love.

Tara Miller said...

You write such a sweet poem about Lawrence. Your time with him must have made quite an impression on you....would've liked to have met him.

Magpie said...

Such sweet memories. And yes, somewhere along the way you did become a real boy. :)
Guess what we're having for lunch today? Yep. Tomato sandwiches!

ethelmaepotter! said...

Love "dreams only he sees," and " me & mories." AND your motivation for the story. If only we could all turn our childhood memories into such poetic snippets as these...

Sue said...

I love this, but I love your reasons for choosing the name "Gipetto" even better.

It's a great gift to become a real boy in the presence of a man who cares about you (and vice-versa).

=)

PattiKen said...

Nice memories to have, Brian.

ayala said...

I love your comment about your great uncle and the time that you spent with him :) tomato sandwiches sound delicious !

John (@bookdreamer) said...

Nice use of the picture as if a personal anecdote poem

yellowhousecafe said...

Rather enjoyed your alliteration starting things off...the whole 160 (amazing) is a wonderful tale bringing even more life to a character filled photo ~

C Rose said...

Great write Brian fit the picture in words perfectly. ~ Rose

tracy said...

Just lovely, Brian. So much said in so few words.

gayle said...

Wonderful!!

KB said...

Lovley.

Pat Hatt said...

Really good way
The portray the photo today
Nice story behind it you stated
Having no more puppet strings must have made you elated..lol

darsden said...

:-)

Lolamouse said...

"summer days, gas & sawdust..." You really set the scene and bring your reader right there. Impressive, as always.

lori said...

This was really sweet, and thank you for sharing the back-story. One of my biggest fears is that I won't rise high enough to meet a challenge like that if needed. I suppose grace is always there when we need it, though...I hope.

"dreams only he sees" beautiful line :)

Kwee Lewis said...

Wow. You did really good. Even without the photo, you made a picture with the words so well. The workshop reminds me of one my Daddy had. :-) Thank you.

Margie said...

Just wonderful!
I loved it!

Margie :)

me_duress said...

Became real somewhere along the way - beautiful :)

moondustwriter said...

aww what a great memory - you did become a boy somewhere along the way

Alegria Imperial said...

Rhymed lines that beat right into youthful memory! Again, this briefness yet clarity and expanse of thought you write with awes me no end! Thanks for sharing this wondeful moment, Brian!

Myrna R. said...

Nice poem, nice thoughts. Glad you became a boy, now a man with dreams of your own.

Teri said...

How great: Tinkerer tinks. I guess just like a Thinker thinks and a Stinker stinks. Never thought of "thinks" as a verb but why the hell not?!

lucychili said...

Hullo Brian, Thanks for the hullo
I replied but I think it didn't work, it posted me as anonymous, so here is another go =)
I think spaces for making and opporuntities to use our hands creatively are very powerful things. Best wishes Janet

Joybird said...

this whole poem is warm but the last line is especially clever, like it was creatively tinkered.

Syd said...

Nice that you were there for him. Both helping each other.

Syd said...

Nice that you were there for him. Both helping each other.

Syd said...

Nice that you were there for him. Both helping each other.