Sunday, June 19, 2011

Poetry Jam: Natural Order

gnats, bad this year, buzz my ears and eyes, competing with the mosquitoes for a drink, to beat the oppressive heat of a summer sun. they are living confetti, thick enough to leave shadows on the well worn dirt path, cracked and pitted with half moon impression, incomplete footprints of previous passers.

a slight breeze plays in the chest high grass off each side, shushing background static as it rubs, one to another. grasshoppers & butterflies flitter in aerial acrobatic dance routines, choreographed long before they were ever dreamed & the hurricanes stoked in the beating of their wing.

majestic in color, blue, black, grey & white, a jay sits in the boughs of an old gnarled tree, singing, accompanied by a choir of voices. other birds answer in layers, harmony, melody. they pay no mind to who listens, just lose themselves in the music, creating movements.

the river does what a river does, rolls through, round rocks, taking bits with it to carry where ever it fits, licking the shore line in a continuous kiss. each touch it sighs burbles, as water gliders skim its surface, watched from below by fish with hungry eyes, swimming in lazy circles.

ancient, the great tree pushes roots up to create benches to sit or places passers through can rest their head and make bed of the grass or sand grit of the bank. half a rope hangs, weathered, end broke and frayed where once a swing hung, when not in use, throwing bodies out into the center.

an old tattoo adorns the tree shoulder, bare, bark removed and replaced by initials. they are not as distinct as they once were, but still they mark the place where you took me once, and i let you. stars bore witness as the sun hid its face, blushing black the sky, nothing between us but the moment of shared breath.

running my fingers over the carving, i long to feel the water's cool wetness on my skin, quenching the forge of these memories. summer is here once more. nature is calling.

Poetry Jam this week is about how you like to 'chill' in the summer, and what better way to enjoy the chill than to crank up the heat just a bit more. It makes the cool down all the more satisfying. Smiles.

61 comments:

Sheila Moore said...

so descriptive and romantic in a birds and bees kind of way (smiles)

Mmm said...

Well written Brian, as per usual.

Jsut wanted to wish you a very happy fathers day evening at this rate, anyway. Hope you got expressed all the love you deserve from your family for being a great dad and husband too I am quite sure. :)

BTw, when summer calls, nature calls me indoors. I avoid the heat as much as possible. This will be my season of hibernation, as it were.

signed...bkm said...

Brian you get better and better, love the tattooed tree shoulder...to melt into the bark and become alive in it...nice...bkm

G-Man said...

Jam On Son......

Slamdunk said...

Listening to birds and streams, but not being able to describe it as well as you do--so thanks for the summer verse Brian.

David Allen Waters said...

you continue to amaze...

lori said...

I could really feel the summer heat. I thought I sensed a sadness at the memories, a longing to forget, but I may have read it wrong. Either way, this was beautifully written and well done.

Mrsupole said...

Hi Brian,

Was offline for a while, modem problems (took some time to figure out). Anyway great poem and I have never thought of tattoos on a tree, that is a truly great description.

I am so glad I am back online in time to be able to wish you a Happy Father's Day, albeit just a touch late for your time zone.

But I am hoping you had a great day and I have missed being online.

God bless.

lucychili said...

there is much hope
in small natural wonders =)

Joanna Jenkins said...

You even give us a poem in Father's Day. Thanks, Brian. This one's terrific-- as usual.
Hope your day was grand, jj

Steve E said...

Great lessons for me--the river. He jus' keeps rollin' along, NMW!

Sue said...

I love the sweet nostalgia of this piece. I can almost hear Van Morrison singing Brown-Eyed Girl in the background.

=)

Zuzana said...

As usual, you paint pictures in my mind with your words. I can just picture the hot summers in your recollection, on which you base your work.;)
Hope you had a great weekend dear Brian.;)
xoxo

Pseudo said...

Happy Father's Day Brian ; -)

haikulovesongs said...

"licking the shore line in a continuous kiss. each touch it sighs burbles"

i LOVE that! this is brilliant but i expect nothing less from you. {smile}
dani

annell said...

Your piece makes me feel I am right in the middle of "it" all! Wonderful post.

Titus said...

Beautiful word picture, enormously evocative yet tempered by human observation and thought. Liked it very much.

slommler said...

I loved taking this journey with you! I could see and hear it all. As familiar to me as if I had been there in person! I loved shared memories!! Makes us all one!!
Hugging you
SueAnn

adeeyoyo said...

Beautiful writing, Brian. Lazy Sunday afternoon, lovely descriptions, memories playback... You have mastered the art!

adeeyoyo said...

Beautiful writing, Brian. Lazy Sunday afternoon, lovely descriptions, memories playback... You have mastered the art!

otin said...

freakin' bugs! lol

happygirl said...

the bird and the buzz. I could hear and see it all. thanks.

Lorraine said...

You could writeup any season and itwould be...

Sex, Drugs and Bacon Sandwiches said...

I love you! In a lesbian kinda way ;)

Brian Miller said...

ha sheila, yes. and lori, i can see that as i try to leave it open to interpretation. for me it is a change of season, a return to intimacy...as much as this is a real place i almost titled it 'landscapes of the mind and heart'...the tattooed trees being the reminders we leave of other time but too we can return to or surpass...'nothing between us' can carry multiple meanings but my thought was less about loss and more about nothing to murk the waters...

Bonnie said...

You do know how to crank up the heat - in so many ways. :)

The "natural order" of things is always the best - "letting the soft animal of our bodies love what it loves."

jabblog said...

Delightful evocation of summer. I like 'fish with hungry eyes' - perfect.

Claudia said...

this is written with such a love for all the small details that paint the atmosphere so perfectly and i can hear, smell and feel this. and it stirs such an overwhelming physical longing in me to just get lost in music, nature and where ever else that it almost hurts..brilliant job brian

ModernMom said...

Wanted to say Happy Belated Fathers Day!

Valerie said...

'nothing between us but the moment of shared breath'

Loved this, Brian. You led us nicely to that intimate moment.

Pat Hatt said...

Well I'd say you cranked up the heat
With these new beat
Outside it's great when it's hot
Unless no water around then it's not
Inside it's better cold
So with an air conditioner you can have two seasons at once I'm told

Eva Gallant said...

That was positively beautiful!

Tabitha said...

I loved the every detail of this poetic share Brian..awesome.

Heather said...

you do summer so well....reminding us all why we love it so! great one - enjoy the day! hope you had a good day with the fam, yesterday!

Natasha said...

Brian, (or BRAIN as I have been know to refer to you!) this is the perfect hazy, lazy summer afternoon, forever captured. It speaks strongly to me, as you could have taken it from my own memory! We have a spot here, at a local picnic park, that, for some reason, noone else seems to want, and it waits for us always. You have provided this tired old soul a perfect Monday morning retreat by way of your words...THANK YOU!

AmyLK said...

Nice ways to cool of in the summer.

Peter Goulding said...

They say a picture paints a thousand words but your words paint a thousand pictures. Delicious...

Helen said...

'living confetti' ... I love that description. In Florida where I lived for eight years, we had the 'lovebugs' for a month or two ~ twice a year! We also had
noseeums. Living and annoying confetti for sure!!!

Beautiful poem for the Jam.

Betsy said...

Nice...love the changing of the seasons. Summer is special in it's own way!

trisha said...

what a piece of literature brian, as always you created the scene with your words and this one is enchanting.

Heaven said...

Love the sweet summer chilling by the river. Your words dredged up memories of past summer love and shared breath.

Your summer love is cool~

The Bug said...

If I close my eyes I'm right there. Except I wanna be there with my husband instead of you - sorry! :)

Christina - Rant Rave Roll said...

Love it! So vivid. It brings back my own vivid memories.

repressedsoul said...

Brilliant Brian, I've been coming here over a year and never landed on your page the day you write prose. I found this descriptive but not telling. Just the right balance. Grest stuff

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

Hi! Brian...
What a very well-written poem...it's very descriptive and conjure up all the images, sights & sounds and maybe even the "smells" Of summer...wonderfully!
Thanks, for sharing!
deedee ;-D

Margie said...

I feel like dancing and singing and running in the summer breeze after reading this lovely piece.
Don't like those mosquitoes though, thank goodness we don't have them here.

Hope you enjoyed the ballgame.
I saw on too yesterday, my son was playing.


Margie :)

Tina said...

Sigh. Lovely. Makes me think I might actually enjoy summer...that would be a first. Favorite line: tattoo on the tree. Never thought of it that way. Great image.

Tina @ Life is Good

Lynne said...

I grew up with the beach for a backyard, i live near a beach now, but nothing like those days of summer gone past..this is a well written poem...reads as if you were sitting on a bar-stool telling.. good job!!

Enchanted Oak said...

a long drifting sensual afternoon, here. I really loved the fish with hungry eyes, an image that leapt off the page.

Jill from Killeny Glen said...

What a wonderful portrayal of summer's goodness and the BAD as well... (gnats/mosquitos! YUK!)

Tara Miller said...

Makes me want to lay by the river and enjoy the peace and harmony I felt in this.

Syd said...

I like that. There was a little beach hammock that we went to a couple of years ago. We made our mark under the boughs of the wax myrtles. That still makes me smile.

Margaret said...

...thick enough to leave shadows... And you stayed outside? This was an "attention to detail" poem! Wow. I need to crank up my observation skills. Very lovely read. Thank you.

Lorraine said...

Oh Brian, what to say, masterpiece of summer I love this I love living it, you are so gifted you make me want to cry

Daniel said...

Nicely paced romp. Of course that is a double entendre, but you are clever enough to figure that out. (Smiles)

California Girl said...

sounds like our yard, particularly the blood thirsty insects.

Laurie Kolp said...

Brian- This is fantastic... definitely my favorite of yours... love the imagery... the mood and tone are perfect, too.

Magpie said...

Sometimes I have a hard time telling if you're a poet or a painter...always doodling pictures in my mind. Lovely.

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Goofball said...

I hope to have a gnatsless summer though...beside them (and mosquito's) I'm very much looking forward to summer

Ed Pilolla said...

i'm into summer becoming summer this season myself. i especially like the river doing what the river does. it's such an ancient symbol, and its season is certainly summer.