i pop the lock
on an old cedar memory box
we found pulling out
Christmas
ballet tickets, mix tape, notes,
the torn corner of a shirt,
a drill bit,
spill across the comforter
"what's that?" my boy asks
and all i have
is "it's
the opening rifts
of a beautiful song---
listen can
you hear it?"
Tell a story in 55 words. Give it a try or just read more, go see g-man.
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I should have known you would be writing poetry and not out braving the Black Friday crowds. Yep, it's that time again, now that Thanksgiving has passed.
Awwww Lovely!
You sure do create some wonderful and also raw images in our minds.
This is fabulous. It's also wonderful that your wife was a ballet dancer. How fabulous a memory is that to have and share.
DJan's thoughts were mine exactly. It's rather quiet out in the blogosphere.. folks traveling, eating leftovers and all that shopping south of our shared border. Nice to see that no matter the day, you have lovely poetry in you. Thanks for that.
This is beautiful, Brian. I recently discovered some old memory stuff in boxes too. Your poem may trigger my muse too!
Memory boxes can evoke strong emotions. Love it m'dear. x
We all have such boxes hidden away. It is good to break into them every now & again.
Lovely post.
Maggie X
Nuts in May
Good stuff, each piece soaked in memories.
:-) a treat to read you.
Yes, I thought it would make a few smile using the innuendo ...LOL
I'm a sucker for nostalgia, never throw anything out, a story in every shoe box, I'm guessing every writer has several.
Hope your not too full, now get out there and do some laps:)
Memories in a box
Truly a treasure with no added locks
Although a torn corner of a shirt
Did you get to touchy when you decided to flirt?..hahaha
Brian,
The knick knacks in the box sure can tell stories and songs. It wells up the eyes for a start before the song begins.
Hank
Oh, this is gorgeous!
Anything that invokes good memories is okay by me.
I always enjoy your work, Brian. You changed your photo, have I been gone that long, from blog-land?
Sorry I cannot follow frequently. Somehow I am pleased to see your kind consistency answering on the other end.
Keep writing.
and commenting,
and chasing those boys,
my 3 are taller than I this year....
Di
Lovely. I love finding boxes I forgot I had. What's more fun - my dad sometimes sends me boxes full or random stuff he finds in drawers around his house. Sometimes they are really fun to go through... :)
Are you a Hoarder?
This sounds like you dump your "Junk Drawer" into a box and keep it forever.
...Just Like ME!
Loved your 55 Son
Thanks for playing, I knew you would, Have a Kick Ass Week-End
.. don't know how you packed all of that into 55 words! Great!!
A beautiful poem with feelings, when I open the storage locker I move to another era.
Aw. This is so sweet. I guess we all have such boxes storing memories.
Have a great day Brian.
Great to share your memories with your kids! Happy Holidays to you!
55 memories, at least. Nice, bri--that's got the flavor of a classic, if you ask me.
I love the way you lay out the notes and then strike a chord in me. Well done.
That boy is gonna be a poet. For sure.
=)
the opening rifts of a beautiful song..wow...what a love song...beautiful
there is no way i could be out there in the crowds.....i think my 55s the last two years were decrying the insanity of it...figured i would just ignore it this year...
-I'm scared of all the mean greedy people running about on Black Friday ;) I do love memory boxes and finding long lost things that spark old time memories. Tomorrow's the day for me to pull out Christmas :)
This closets or boxes full os stuff from years ago are a type of improvised time capsule, when you clean it all the memories come back.
I can hear it.
Kat
Oh those closets that we close the door on, then our eyes...and who knows what kind of mischief the captives get into that cause them to multiply.
That was fantastic! Oh how I miss visiting here. Makes me understand a big part of your character and what your dreams are like, just from your writings. You are a very deep thinking person, often seeing the little things that others take for granted.
Smiles......I love memory boxes!
The treasures we find in locked away places are always singing to our hearts. You know how to remind us of the forgotten music they make :-)
So many memories packed away in attics and garages...
Love it...sometimes brevity has a lasting message
I miss the 55's...think I'll drop in on Monkey Man
Peace
I love love love discovering these boxes of dusty memories. A life our children never even consider us to have.
aw - I still have a box filled with a mixed tape from my an old school boyfriend....it's good to find the box and the memory everyonce in a while!
flotsam and jetsam of life's treasures.
did he like it?
Cool piece. You never seem to amaze me with your adherence to finding meaning in the most unique circumstances. I love how you and your family saves things and places special meaning in these "relics" and how even a search through boxes is an exploration done by more than just one. Great job Brian. Thanks
Good stuff. Hope that you have safe travels back home.
Your story poems always leave me making up endings in my own mind - it's the mark of a good piece of writing.
Indeed, anything can be the start of a beautiful song.
Love memory boxes. I have one, myself.
What's on the mixtape? :)
I feel like opening up my Christmas boxes. Love the ending ~
(nice to see you here, and not rushing out to buy stuff, crazy day)
we followed him on IDOL and I just love JD - ok - got to get the album...:)
"the opening rifts of a beautiful love song" - I love how you describe the beginning of "us". Was quite fun to find one of the boxes and be able to share those memories with the boys....and watch them giggle. This was beautiful, love.
I love finding old boxes full of hidden treasures. Love this.
Beautiful, and so appropriate for this time of year when we are all gathering our thoughts and memories... deciding which to discard before the New Year and which to hang on to.
I find it so hard to throw away these memory-aids! They are like a part of me, some of them...
Nice piece...I love rummaging through old boxes and discovering memories...
OH, Brian, this is so wonderful!
Loved this, Brian. The torn corner of a shirt made me smile...a lot.
I can hear it. Clearly. It's there in the rhythms of the piece. Well done.
a 3 d scrapbook, I love every bit ofthis, you make smile even when you make me cry
Ahhh! Yes! I can hear it too!!
Hugs
SueAnn
Honestly? I don't keep shit for much more than a month or two. *Shrug* I know where I have and haven't been and don't need to have a remembrance.
This is absolutely beautiful!
Sounds so much better than a junk drawer, doesn't it? Nicely written.
Very sweet, Brian. I have one I call a mis-memory box because I forgot where I put it!
I could have sworn I commented on this already, even remember what I had said. LOL. Reminds me of last week when I came upon a 'box of memories' too, one I had boxed up before I moved. Opened it and found, unfortnately, many treasures had mildewed (at my last place) and reluctantly I had to throw them out. You are too young...but one of the saddest things was to throw away my long kept Hopalong Cassidy holster. Your poem is inspiring my muse....about that.
Beautifully told!
Snippets of life shared. Wonderful.
Memories of mix tapes given and received, searching each song for hidden meaning and declarations...ahh...good times.
This is divine,
you are a magical father to the boys.
Keep in mind, talent, wisdom, knowledge are something NO money can buy...You Are The Richest Guy when it comes to creativity and humor.
Stay Upbeat,
You and your family are blessed.
The perfect 55 before Christmas,
way to go.
xo
That was beautiful. Wish I'd kept a memory box as both my girls do.
loved this one Brian..we have about three filled-to-the-brim trunks...one is filled with my hubby's childhood toys and memories, one is filled with his parents and my parents things from when they passed and one is filled with old letters that we found in a repossessed house we acquired...the letters are amazing ones written by a soldier during the war that he sent home and someone kept. Such amazing life stories in each and every one them....I get so nostalgic looking at each of these boxes of treasures. You bring it all home with your brief beautiful words, as usual.
Very nice. I, unfortunately, probably have 55 boxes and they are not well packed. K.
Oh, know this speaks volumes to me, who has just gone through dusty boxes in my basement upon my recent move. I can feel every word as it echoes my mind.;)
xoxo
Oh, I miss mixed tapes. The work that went into them, and the joy of listening to one made for you. Ah, memories :)
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