Thursday, November 17, 2011

55 - Fool's Anthem


'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.

81 comments:

Titanium said...

The infinite wisdom of crickets. Love that last sentence, though... there's a universe of understanding contained in those simple words.

happygirl said...

This makes me miss summer. :)

Shawna said...

"they echoed our foolishness,
at blaming the rose
for how we held it"

So awesome. :)

I LOVE that song. Still have the CD.

Bonnie said...

Beautiful - how many times have I blamed the rose, for how I held it?

Monkey Man said...

Better than having a live audience and only hearing crickets to your song.

lori said...

Well, now I'm singing it, too :) Love those last few lines. Off to read more...

Nezzy said...

Loved this one Man. It does make me long for the prick of a rose again.

God bless and enjoy this wonderful day!!! :o)

Tabor said...

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.

Anyes said...

Missing nights singing under the stars :-)

Sub-Radar-Mike said...

I love the structure of the cricket chirps.

hedgewitch said...

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.

ayala said...

Love it, Brian. :)

Adura Ojo said...

"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

Fred said...

A little Poison, a blast from the past, really nice way you weaved this piece together, love the crickets, awesome touch

5thsister said...

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!

kaykuala said...

Hearing crickets can be so melodious. Even mesmerizing. Shows the night is alive.

Hank

Daniel said...

Wow, this ended with a shabang! Good stuff bro.

CiCi said...

With what is going on in my life now, the rose that looks so beautiful on the outside has a painful place.

Heaven said...

I do like the crickets sound in your poem ~

Your last lines are lovely ~

G-Man said...

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

Vodka Mom said...

chirp.





chirp.

Pat Hatt said...

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

otin said...

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

farmlady said...

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.

Tara Miller said...

Yes, they must be held just right...great lesson for us all. I like this, love.

Ann (bunnygirl) said...

Nature's wisdom: Never blame the roses.

Daydreamertoo said...

Wonderful!

Claudia said...

much wisdom in those 55 words..maybe have to re-think of how i hold those roses in my life..

myheartslovesongs said...

LOVE this, Brian! brilliant, as always! ♥

KB said...

Love that song.

adeeyoyo said...

How the universe must laught at us, Brian, chasing our tails, it sometimes seems!

Alice Audrey said...

You mean the world isn't supposed to be perfectly safe with all the thorns already removed? Well darn.

A Daft Scots Lass said...

*singing*

Caty said...

Still love hearing that song!

anthonynorth said...

Great memories of youth. Loved it.

MorningAJ said...

'blaming the rose
for how we held it'

Oh yes. A sin I'm guilty of.
Great words.

Valerie said...

Thorns to protect the beautiful rose.... is that why we use them ... to protect ourselves? Just asking... loved this 55, Brian.

Dave King said...

Love this one. It has a New Testament wisdom to it. Brilliant.

izzy said...

Hey good one! - and you know something about blame & projection!
thanks.

JANU said...

Nice one.

Heather said...

LOVE this! So well said - hey, enjoy your Friday!!! :)
Go get a starbucks!

tony said...

Beauty Has Been Cancelled For Health&Safety Reasons !

the walking man said...

Should have held it higher up the neck above the fret board then the fingers would not have bled when you played that Strat.

Madhulika said...

Loved your closing lines....
However... Loved the title the most :)

Sandi McBride said...

Or maybe the crickets were simply telling you to cheerup!!
Sandi

Mama Zen said...

Outstanding ending!

Kate Hanley said...

Blaming the rose for how we held it. Love it. Absolutely love it!

Jill from Killeny Glen said...

Classic! I love this. A young man's foolishness is NOT all bad!

Suz said...

must have been a moment

Magpie said...

"at blaming the rose
for how we held it."

Simply beautiful, but loaded with insight.

Happy Friday!

ds said...

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.

sheila said...

Ah, this is good! And I don't mind singing that song all day now, love it! Memories!

Stafford Ray said...

Have to go with Shawna's comment. Wisdom learned from a rose thorn.

SueAnn said...

Just like life!! People blame it for how much it sucks and it is just how they "hold" it!!
Hugs
SueAnn

Mrs.B said...

Read through some of your posts...cool stuff here. & when I saw your pic, I thought "Look at your hair." ;)

RNSANE said...

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.

Sue said...

heehee

I'm a fan of never blaming the rose...

;)

The Orange Tree said...

A Lovely 55 packed with some divinity.

living is learning.

Someone is Special said...

beauty ~ "they echoed our foolishness" ~ Loved it Brian..

Someone is Special

blueviolet said...

Love summer evenings. :)

Nara Malone said...

Loved that song, and the way you used it here to make your point. Great 55.

zumpoems.com said...

This has such a nice quiet essence to it! Wonderfully musical in a Delius way.

Goofball said...

I am sure the crickets enjoyed the performance

Luke Prater said...

'blaming the rose for how we held it'... wunderbar closure

Mary said...

This makes me remember, Brian. No summer here for another year.

Jannie Funster said...

LOVE it!!

xo

Tina said...

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

Joanna Jenkins said...

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

Lydia said...

Very deep, yet fleeting. Exactly like the moments it describes.
Loved it, Brian.

Lorraine said...

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

Friko said...

that's it, blame something/someone else for your own mistakes.

manicddaily said...

Really lovely.

hope said...

Ah youth!

Rebecca S. said...

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.

lifeisaroadtrip said...

Boy, I had forgotten about that song. Nice work, Brian.

Teri said...

Great song. Loved your 55.

Myrna R. said...

Lovely Brian. So glad to be back reading your poetry. It's food for my soul.

yellowhousecafe said...

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! ~

Madeleine Begun Kane said...

I always thought I was concise, but you make me look wordy. :) Good job!

Syd said...

The roses are blooming their last flowers here for a while. Although the warmth has the crickets out too. It is Indian summer still.

william said...

I almost felt as if I was there, we do not have crickets in this country, very interesting mate..