'Every rose has its thorn'
was a fan fav, we played,
under white twin suns,
bulbs directed at that simple stage,
with as much emotion
as nights we sat beneath
the stars wailing it to the crickets
chirup chirup chirup
chirup chirup
they echoed our foolishness,
at blaming the rose
for how we held it.
Tell a story in 55 words. Give it a try or just read more, go see g-man.
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The infinite wisdom of crickets. Love that last sentence, though... there's a universe of understanding contained in those simple words.
This makes me miss summer. :)
"they echoed our foolishness,
at blaming the rose
for how we held it"
So awesome. :)
I LOVE that song. Still have the CD.
Beautiful - how many times have I blamed the rose, for how I held it?
Better than having a live audience and only hearing crickets to your song.
Well, now I'm singing it, too :) Love those last few lines. Off to read more...
Loved this one Man. It does make me long for the prick of a rose again.
God bless and enjoy this wonderful day!!! :o)
You are so good at this Brian. I see you go straight to the purity and heart of the emotion with clean, clear words. Have you ever read Mary Oliver's A Poetry Handbook? It might just ruin rather than stimulate your thoughts...but had to ask.
Missing nights singing under the stars :-)
I love the structure of the cricket chirps.
Oh very slick. Good to see the crickets getting around to a concert or two--they don't get out much. It always amazes me what you do in 55, bri.
Love it, Brian. :)
"they echoed our foolishness,
at blaming the rose
for how we held it."
Fancy passing responsibility to the roses...typical. Afterall they look and smell good, smile and can't say no. A wistful, lovely piece, Brian.
http://adura-ojo.blogspot.com/2011/11/c-in-catwalk.html
A little Poison, a blast from the past, really nice way you weaved this piece together, love the crickets, awesome touch
Oh Brian! How true! For far too long I was blind to my part in mishandling that rose. How many others are, as well?
Now I'll have that song (and the memories that go with) in my head all night long. I don't mind. Thanks!
Hearing crickets can be so melodious. Even mesmerizing. Shows the night is alive.
Hank
Wow, this ended with a shabang! Good stuff bro.
With what is going on in my life now, the rose that looks so beautiful on the outside has a painful place.
I do like the crickets sound in your poem ~
Your last lines are lovely ~
Ahhhhh, it's all perception anyway!
Most excellent journey into your brain swirllings.
Thanks for playin, thanks for your support, and have a Kick Ass Week-End...Pops
chirp.
chirp.
Yes it is all that roses fault
Should put those thorns in a vault
And those crickets chrip and keep me up
But I suppose both beat a hiccup..haha
My brother used to say: "That's a dumb song. The rose stems have thorns, not the roses." LOL
My brother is an idiot! haha
I love how you spell words that are sounds. I love "churup". Said with the emphasis on the first syllable and softly on the last, it really sounds like a cricket. Amazing! I want to say it over and over again.
Yes, it matters how you hold a rose with thorns. The placement of your fingers is key.
Yes, they must be held just right...great lesson for us all. I like this, love.
Nature's wisdom: Never blame the roses.
Wonderful!
much wisdom in those 55 words..maybe have to re-think of how i hold those roses in my life..
LOVE this, Brian! brilliant, as always! ♥
Love that song.
How the universe must laught at us, Brian, chasing our tails, it sometimes seems!
You mean the world isn't supposed to be perfectly safe with all the thorns already removed? Well darn.
*singing*
Still love hearing that song!
Great memories of youth. Loved it.
'blaming the rose
for how we held it'
Oh yes. A sin I'm guilty of.
Great words.
Thorns to protect the beautiful rose.... is that why we use them ... to protect ourselves? Just asking... loved this 55, Brian.
Love this one. It has a New Testament wisdom to it. Brilliant.
Hey good one! - and you know something about blame & projection!
thanks.
Nice one.
LOVE this! So well said - hey, enjoy your Friday!!! :)
Go get a starbucks!
Beauty Has Been Cancelled For Health&Safety Reasons !
Should have held it higher up the neck above the fret board then the fingers would not have bled when you played that Strat.
Loved your closing lines....
However... Loved the title the most :)
Or maybe the crickets were simply telling you to cheerup!!
Sandi
Outstanding ending!
Blaming the rose for how we held it. Love it. Absolutely love it!
Classic! I love this. A young man's foolishness is NOT all bad!
must have been a moment
"at blaming the rose
for how we held it."
Simply beautiful, but loaded with insight.
Happy Friday!
Count me a fan of that last "stanza" as well. Gotta love those crickets (also the "white twin suns"). As always, so much. Thank you.
Ah, this is good! And I don't mind singing that song all day now, love it! Memories!
Have to go with Shawna's comment. Wisdom learned from a rose thorn.
Just like life!! People blame it for how much it sucks and it is just how they "hold" it!!
Hugs
SueAnn
Read through some of your posts...cool stuff here. & when I saw your pic, I thought "Look at your hair." ;)
I've never liked bugs but crickets always make me feel happy and roses are worth a few thorns. Lovely poem.
My 55 is at:
http://rnsane.blogspot.com/2011/11/friday-flash-55-where-did-week-go.
heehee
I'm a fan of never blaming the rose...
;)
A Lovely 55 packed with some divinity.
living is learning.
beauty ~ "they echoed our foolishness" ~ Loved it Brian..
Someone is Special
Love summer evenings. :)
Loved that song, and the way you used it here to make your point. Great 55.
This has such a nice quiet essence to it! Wonderfully musical in a Delius way.
I am sure the crickets enjoyed the performance
'blaming the rose for how we held it'... wunderbar closure
This makes me remember, Brian. No summer here for another year.
LOVE it!!
xo
This brought to mind long summer nights of laying in my back yard, with a friend, playing, "You've got to hear this one!" to each other. In the dark. Music to me is the language of memory. That probably sounds corny, but as a musician, I find it's true. Good to be back my friend. Been to long.
Tina @ Life is Good
This is one of the few times I actually like the sound of crickets.... Nice job.
And Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family. I'm off to Ohio for the holidays. Hope yours is grand. jj
Very deep, yet fleeting. Exactly like the moments it describes.
Loved it, Brian.
and once again I fall in love with your words...never taking responsibility for ourselves is the tool of destruction of our earth and all its beauty
that's it, blame something/someone else for your own mistakes.
Really lovely.
Ah youth!
Good one, Brian :) Funny, I just posted an old photo of my brother's band in the 80's...it got a huge response from friends and family.
Boy, I had forgotten about that song. Nice work, Brian.
Great song. Loved your 55.
Lovely Brian. So glad to be back reading your poetry. It's food for my soul.
brilliant play; mighty fine close, too...forget who said that a rose has thorns to balance out its beauty.. anyhoo, now, I must go play some music to get BM's voice (ha! how about those initials) out of my head!
oy! ~
I always thought I was concise, but you make me look wordy. :) Good job!
The roses are blooming their last flowers here for a while. Although the warmth has the crickets out too. It is Indian summer still.
I almost felt as if I was there, we do not have crickets in this country, very interesting mate..
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