Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Solving Shakespeare's Gourd-ian Not

is it arrogant thinking you
were made for me?

in your knitting, each stitch whispers us,
in layers of color,

your eyes, i

imagine all the little touches that led us to this
place, we did not understand

them once, the rent flesh
of a skinned knee that kept us from arriving
in time to meet another, my trip

to the hospital that slowed me enough
to notice

when you walked in, the snow
storm that kept us apart, immediately

after, allowing seed to root, the pumpkin
on the porch is rotting, nature's

ready to give birth in death,
much closer

to the sun and earth could not sustain
life, i don't know

how high this elevator goes, but let's push
all the buttons, so it stops

at each floor and takes forever to get there
while we make out

in the corner and if they 'doth protest', just laugh
as i explain, all of this

was meant
to be.

written for Imperfect Prose and for my good friends over at Theme Thursday.

80 comments:

Anyes said...

Many things that are meant to be we do not fully grasp until they already are :-)

Pat Hatt said...

No matter what gets in the way it's just meant to be
So nice to see whether fate or serendipity
The elevator sounds like a fun ride too
Who cares if others get in and view..haha

Fred said...

Cool piece, I like how you talk about fate here, love the shakespearean slant as well. Great job

She Writes said...

I like this one a lot. And I've asked that opening line about love myself! You did much more with that theme then I could think of from TT. I was blank.

G-Man said...

To be...Or Knot to be!

Claudia said...

that's probably the most beautiful love poem i ever read.. moved me to tears.. the only problrm.. i'm at starbucks and the guy across the table asked if everything's ok... i told him my uncle is in hospital in a snowstorm or sth. like that and now he has his proof that germans are just crazy.. smiles.. oh and love the new pic

Daniel said...

It all makes you think if the sequence was fate or random chance. I like to think that things happen for a reason. Aw, but I am a romantic.

Tara Miller said...

I always enjoy looking back on life and seeing how God weaves everything together perfectly and know that we were meant to be together. There is definitely a purpose and time for everything....good and not that shapes our stories. I like this poem, my love...and will never forget when our eyes first met. ;)

rosaria said...

You rock!

Old Ollie said...

Good one - like how you dashed in some sweet allusions.

ladyfi said...

So romantic! Very well written.

Whosyergurl said...

Love your references. Love "let's hit all the buttons..."
nice, Brian!
Cheryl

Mama Zen said...

I really like this, Brian. It's amazing all of the little things that bring us to a particular place.

Cindy said...

Wonderful journey...I'm all for pushing all the buttons on the elevator ride, too, to take time and savor each part!

ipenka said...

Haha! Just had to say, found your blog AGAIN today.

I saw a commenter on a different blog named Brian Miller and thought "Oh, there's another? Except this one has a mohawk. Let me check it out..."

Imagine my surprise when I'm led back to Waystation One. Nice job sir.

kamana said...

i believe in people being made for each other... how can that belief be arrogant? :) love the way you describe this... the rent flesh of a skinned knee.

Sub-Radar-Mike said...

Nice one, I enjoyed this.

Barbara Shallue said...

such a sweet love poem! I do believe things are meant to me!

Sue said...

I'm a believer...

=)

Mary said...

I believe too, Brian. Some people were just meant to be together, and somehow they find one another. I hope the elevator goes to the summit!

happygirl said...

It's a romantic story in a Elizabethan rhythm. I like it.

Ruthiey said...

I love it when you write about romance. :D Just sayin'

Tom said...

i hate elevators

JJ Roa Rodriguez said...

it is always said in our native filipino language "sa haba haba man ng prosesyon, sa simbahan din ang tuloy!" no matter how long the procession is, we will end up in the church... i hope i translated it right. LOL!

nice! :-)

JJRod'z

btw, isn't it a coll profile picture?...

TechnoBabe said...

Great writing. Meant to be says a lot.

Lady Nyo said...

What a wonderful love poem, Brian.

You continue to surprise and delight me with your wonderful, uninhibited poems that just soar straight into the heart.

Lady Nyo

Messy Marriage said...

Your poetry always baffles me--in a good way. My mind is so linear, it's good to have my thinking stretched. Your girlfriend/wife is blessed to have such a romantic man!

Victoria said...

This kinda took my breath away, Brian. For me, layers of meaning. I don't want to get off this elevator of life, but I guess it's gonna happen eventually. In the meantime, loving the ride.

Magpie said...

I absolutely love those two first lines. Wonderful all the way through.

me said...

I love this!!! You must drive your wife crazy; you are so romantic, Brian. :)

My favorite part is pushing all the buttons on the elevator ... and letting the seeds grow while kept apart by a snow storm. Just beautiful.

Ed Pilolla said...

well, sir, i read this three times because it is so elegant and wonderful. the nostalgia of not getting it at the time is sweet tradition of being human. love the moments here.

The Orange Tree said...

It seems like a piece coming from your heart!

Bless you and your love!
Stay romantic, it makes you look more attractive!

Suz said...

I missed a bus....then met my husband on the next on
so,yes I am a believer
very wonderful poem

Carrie Burtt said...

Love your new picture Brian. :-)

Teri said...

You worked the way that Shakespeare writes into this poem very well Brian. And, not, I don't think you doth protest too loudly.

hedgewitch said...

The Miller folio version of Shakespeare works well for me. Great opening hook, and beautiful execution through the elevator metaphor and beyond. Fate is a curious thing, Horatio.

lori said...

Well if that's not good love, I don't know what is :) Perfect expressions.

Ryan and Melanie said...

such a beautiful love poem. i think it was just meant to be. :)

janae said...

You speak with such abandon -- declaring love and life is your's for the taking. LOVE IT!

ayala said...

Brian, this is a wonderful poem...it was meant to be and according to Tara's comment the two of you are blessed. :)

emily wierenga said...

i swooned over this one. so lovely, brian. and very cool new profile pic! love the mohawk! :)

lifeisaroadtrip said...

Ah, a Brian Miller love poem to end my day. Perfect!

farmlady said...

Lovely! You do this so well.
Love the elevator stops.
Very romantic soul... but with so much vision.

Linda said...

What a fantastic way to capture all the moments that led to the very best one!

adeeyoyo said...

How Fate or God conspires to put our lives on track... Love it. Everything is perfect in the world and as it should be! The seed of love is rooted...

manicddaily said...

This is lovely. K.

elizabeth said...

Very cool writing! Thanks so much for praying for our church building situation.

Sakhi. said...

The first two lines are amazing! :D
nice!

Sheila Moore said...

Epic!

Mar said...

Fantastic! it's not arrogant, it's mutual then we are all special.

Theme Th

Celestial Dreamz said...

a beautiful piece ... wise and fun.

it's always gr8 to visit this waystation ...

kaykuala said...

Brian,
It is great to ponder and realize there are things still there. Fate has it that it lingers. Some are just slated for each other as fated!

Hank

Mrsupole said...

Hi Brian,

Does it not make you wonder if there is truly a master plan of which we have no clue? Or is it the different choices we make each day that chooses our path in life? Does it matter if everything has the same outcome?

Sometimes, I think about what might have happened if I had only made this choice instead of that choice and if I could go back in time knowing what I know today, would I make the same choices. Then I have to wonder if just changing one thing would my life have taken a turn for the worst. These are things of which we will never know the answers. But it is nice that when you make choices something wonderful comes from them.

I am thinking that this will be about the most romantic "Gourd" posting that we will have on this weeks Theme Thursday.

Thanks for playing again this week.

God bless.

Ravenblack said...

Nice pacing of images following one after another. I like the last bit with the elevator, not knowing how long the ride will last, moments of deliberate delay to savor.

Lorraine said...

as you were meant to be a great writer, chief ;)

Valerie said...

Were you born a great romancer or did you acquire it along the way? Either way, it's lovely.

HopeUnbroken said...

love to hear a man in love spout out that love :-) truly, you reaffirm that commitment every time you write about her, and i just love that. while my husband will never write poetry, he says these very same things in a hundred other ways. his own unique style.
but it's always fun to read yours :-)
steph

Jess Mistress of Mischief said...

:) This is so cool

Jyoti Mishra said...

Just loved this line
"ready to give birth in death"

Awesome read as ever !!!

PS: Been away from blogosphere in last few days. Hoping everything is fine at your end :)

Dave King said...

Great enjoyment reading this. Beautifully put.

manicddaily said...

I've commented already, but this is one of my favorites. It is really very sweet, and the interplay of "science" and particular coincidence is wonderful. Your enjambment--I guess that's what they call it--is also terrific. K.

somewhereamelody said...

It makes you wonder at all those infinitly small and seemingly insignificant sequences of events that actualise a life.

annell said...

Well done! Thanks so much for a beautiful piece of writing.

annell said...

Well done! Thanks so much for a beautiful piece of writing.

annell said...

Well done! Thanks so much for a beautiful piece of writing.

The Noiseless Cuckooclock said...

how high this elevator goes, but let's push
all the buttons, so it stops

at each floor and takes forever to get there
while we make out



I can visulize this, sweet invention!

william said...

if its meant to be its meant to be, wonderful outlook here mate, loved it..

Leovi said...

Interesting poem, yes, life is like an elevator and you have to push all the buttons to enjoy each of its stages.

Nancy said...

Nice!

♫♪♥PhilO♥♪♫ said...

in your knitting, each stitch whispers us,
in layers of color,

your eyes, i

imagine all the little touches that led us to this
place, we did not understand


Loved these lines :)

Shreya said...

Nice post :) Nice read :)

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AmyLK said...

Sounds like you are talking from experience.. :)

Lovely way to put tell the story.

Promising Poets Parking Lot said...

poetry drawn from personal experiences is of the most tasteful.


keep writing from your heart within.
Happy Thursday.

Karen said...

Lovely! I shall push all the elevator buttons (and make out with my sweetie) in your honor!

Very inspiring.

The Silver Fox said...

Loved the elevator bit, and the play on "Gordian Knot."

And hey, have you noticed that I comment a lot more now that I don't bother reading the 8 million comments before mine?

ds said...

You write about love so beautifully, and still have fun with words. Well done!

Kris said...

If they are made for you, does this necessarily imply that you are made for them? ;D

SueAnn said...

Wonderfully romantic! And how nice that you are infused with this of "belonging to one another". It was definitely meant to be
Hugs
SueAnn

melyssa said...

I like!

Syd said...

I want to slow it all down as the years are moving too quickly by.