Saturday, December 10, 2011

Poetics: Eclipse-ing the Ending

Landfills are full
     ---of discarded poems

Lines left in notebooks
past expiration date of enabling
unable to find a hook, or hitch a ride
     ---into a verse, 
their thumb grown tired, card
board plea faded and flown
on the last breeze

Look at their eyes as they watch others,
previous neighbors on these pages,
     ---roll by, mouthing "get a job"
or couplets lips pressed, hearts banging
metre in rhythm, knowing they too
     ---felt that love once, ink still wet

What, what happened
Don't ask them, they never saw it coming,
dreaming a poet tonguing them on stage
one day, and then---

Some lover lost their way, gave up, put
the pen down forever, decided it was
no longer worth it to bend words into
shape, when they only got broken or

Deciding it best to speak only when spoken
to, so lived on in silence, worse yet along came
something better, fancy words with just the right
number of syllables, leaving them humiliated
at missed publications,
     ---trash, good for nothing

I gather them around my ankles,
piles higher than mountains, slide down them
on my stomach, roll, revel in their inadequacies
stitch them in a quilt so they connect,
and tell their story,
     ---i rap them, round my body

to keep warm at night, inviting a party
to join in, under them
     ---cause these words are never forgotten

but abandoned, and one day when all the burned,
torn, trashed, flushed, beaten, shredded for being
shallow, clumsy, sentimental, silly or unoriginal,
are in place, i will hang them
     ---from the moon, and no one

NO ONE

will understand, why they can't help but smile
as tears roll down their cheeks.


At dVerse Poets today, Victoria has us all stitched up in sentimental clothe swatches for Poetics where we can warmly spit poetry. Hehe. At 3 PM today, it will open and you will know what I mean. See you then.

And for Shay, cause she is cool as the cat's pajamas.

84 comments:

HyperCRYPTICal said...

Superb!

Beautiful words that will never see their way to a landfill!

Anna :o]

Magpie said...

What a perspective! This was wonderful, Brian. Our words do become like children...none should be left behind.

Heaven said...

I like what you do with these landfills, empty places, lost dreams and unappreciated words. You give life and colour..and burn the pages with your words ~

JANU said...

This is intelligent, brilliant and beautiful...touching too.

DJan said...

I read this just after having come inside from watching the total lunar eclipse. Perfect timing... beautiful imagery, and I'm so glad you will continue to rescue words from trash heaps.

manicddaily said...

This is lovely, really. I love the "rapping" them around you. All the adjectives here and VERBS are just terrific, not to mention the sentiment. Good stuff.

Agh. I have so many abandoned writings. Not just poems, mountainous manuscripts--novels that were finished, then not, then re-written, then not. And, of course =, when one moves on, it can be hard to go back to them, however worthy (or not),

Hanging them up by the moon is a good idea, and smiling with tears--in my case, they (the onlookers) might laugh till they cry! (Ha.)
Nice poem. K.

CiCi said...

This is one of the best ever. The momentum is superb and the effect is so moving especially for someone who is a lover of words. Throwing aside the works of poets or authors is a waste and a sad commentary on the human race. Preserving the written words for generations to come is protecting our legacy. I hope people are reading your writing like this one hundreds of years from now.

Mary said...

Ah, Brian, discarded words....I used to be one to discard many of my words, consider them unworthy, put away at the back of shelves; but no longer. My words 'get a job' now now, in my blog. For better or worse, the words are heard; as are yours, ours, everyone's. All will someday be hung 'from the moon.'

Laurie Kolp said...

Hmm... I've been wanting to take all my unused lines/words and piece them together. Now I must b/c I feel so sorry for the poor things.

Pat Hatt said...

Feels like you are so determined to rescue each and everyone
I hope you have a big backyard as it could be a ton
Stretching from the moon is a nice thought too
Maybe I should chuck one out so you can find it and the moon would have one hanging from my zoo
Could be a full moon
With the rhyming behind of this loon..haha

hedgewitch said...

A cascade of love for the unloved, expressing your connection to poetry of all kinds and sorts. I have to say, the bits of mine I leave as trash are better off shot into outer space. ;_) Enjoyed this concept a lot though--stitching up all the rejects into a masterpiece. Found poetry, eh?

Daniel said...

Nice piece today. I have written so much that the world will never see, because it was meant just for me.

Valerie said...

Oh dear, where do I start .... thank goodness for computer saves ... less litter!

tony said...

Landfills Full Of Cosmic Compost ! Heaven Must Be Something Like This?

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sage said...

Nicely written... If those who are silenced would only speak, if words of passion could only be heard, the world might be a better place

Kerry O'Connor said...

I often wonder about all the words ever written which have never been seen..the piles of old notebooks relatives have thrown away, or kept perhaps for a generation, whether a Dylan Thomas went undiscovered or an Eliot was consigned to a garbage dump.
Your words in this poem give me some comfort that theirs, yours, mine and countless others may one day hang from the moon.

Thank you for your support of Fireblossom Friday.

Eva Gallant said...

Your talent for the written word is undeniable! Beautiful!

Mama Zen said...

Yeah, I'm smiling.

Caty said...

I have lots of unseen words, but I don't like to throw them away. this was nice-if all the unloved, clumsy, beaten, and forgotten could find someone to love and value them in that way :)

Rae said...

Excellent and it rings so true. Not only discarded poetry words, but for me, it's manuscripts and stories - beginnings without endings that have been tossed aside. Sad.

Claudia said...

i love how you care for the words and how you gather them and hang them on the moon...hey that's even a better place to end than on a blog...don't you think..smiles... wonderful warm-hearted write..and think i go now and tell my abandoned and discarded words that there's still hope for them..smiles

Christine said...

awesome write you have touched my soul with this, 2 journals filled with unrequited love made their way there many years ago, I regret that now

Pseudo said...

Ah, you are the saint and savior of nearly forgotten phrases. Someday we will all meet you on that moonslide and join you in your revelry.

Tara Miller said...

Taking the discarded and turning it into something beautiful...Somehow, I think you could take any words or topic and turn it into something beautiful! Nice write, my love!

Sue said...

This is wonderful, Brian. Writer's Digest would jump all over it, but it's too good for that venue.

=)

rosaria said...

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
The first and last line are the ribbons to this delicate package. Yes, landfills I know.
And yes, the tears that flow wrap this up beautifully.
May your days be bright, young man. May your wishes not wait so long to bloom, because we need these thoughts and words to shine above our heads every day.

Daydreamertoo said...

Amazing how these words become so precious, even the ones we discard as useless can sometimes be the gems we discover weren't nearly half as bad as we first thought them to be.
Another precious gem from your Oh so gifted pen sir! :)

Deborah said...

Oooh ... just wonderful ... wonderful!

Madhulika said...

very intelligent post...

Sheila Moore said...

every word we all write is worth something, isn't it? published or not, commented on or not...just to release it from our self is a gift in itself. We should all wrap ourself in such hand-made quilts. each one is uniquely our own, I suppose. Enjoyed this.

Joanna Jenkins said...

I spotted your post on my sidebar and was hoping for updated news on your son. I know it's too soon to know but I'm still saying my prayers for a fast recovery.

This, this, this.... this was an absolutely perfect post that summed up the writing process perfectly. I loved it.

Happy weekend to you and yours. jj

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love this poem - especially "I will hang them on the moon" - one of my worst fears is that after I die all of my writing will be bundled up and sent to the landfill. Yoiks! Thanks for saving the ones you rescue!!!!!

PattiKen said...

Perfect. And so true. I'm betting we can all relate. M

ine don't end up in the landfill, though. I think they might have a very long half-life and might pollute with their frustration, anguish, and futility. Instead, one- and two-liner rubbish litters my hard drive, where they can hurt no one but me.

Fred said...

Really cool way of looking at this here. I love the attitude, it's fresh and I think i'll take a note or two, will certainly help in sending some out, as I guess the rejection part is what prevents me from submitting them. Great take, you really helped me out here. Thanks

Anyes said...

Oh, Brian words are like putty in your hands. You know how to make them dance in inviting whirls in front of our eyes.

I am now wondering about what happened to all those forgotten words that could have been in someone's poem. :-)

EMK said...

What a brilliant piece, Brian!! Always great to visit your page! I love the ending!!

Rea said...

We've all written at some time in our lives, how true!
You've brought to mind, my own spent ink from years ago,
still waiting
inside dusty folders,
paper,
most wrinkled.

Everyone should have the opportunity to read this...
to remember, as I have.
Thank you.

zongrik said...

Some lover lost their way, gave up, put
the pen down forever, decided it was
no longer worth it to bend words into
shape, when they only got broken or -> REALLY? well, this person couldn't be a "real" poet if they give up the chance to express a lost love ;)

Glenn Buttkus said...

Very touching, oscillating from muscular
prose to heartfelt verse, all free, all
cavorting in caravans of cacophony
bouncing off the wall of empty hallways,
but miraculously they are your whelp,
your prodigy, recognizable as being
part of you; good stuff, Brian.
I have a 4-drawer metal file cabinet
full of 50 years of prose, essays, reviews
and poetics, slim at first when I could
only write when my emotions hit some
fevered pitch, thicker, fatter now that
I sharpen those words on wet stones,
and call them up with much more rapidity.

Glenn Buttkus said...

I love your lines: /knowing
they too--felt that love once,
ink still wet/....makes me shiver
with a need to let loose those dusty
words from decades long gone,
to see if they are still recognizable
as mine.

Kay L. Davies said...

Oh for my lost word-children in all the many landfills of my life! You've opened up a part of me I thought was gone, Brian. Thank you.

Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel

zumpoems.com said...

I always look forward to poems about poems or about writing. This one particularly stands out as it focuses on the discarded words, lines, etc. -- some of which no doubt are quite good -- so to that point, love the ending as totally on board with that sentiment!

Victoria said...

Wonderful idea: to make a word/poem-quilt. All those discarded pieces that can be woven into something glorious. It makes me think that our community here at dVerse is a bit like a quilt--comforting, creative, a rag-tag collection of wonderful fabrics, each one unique.

lynne said...

I have journals of words and have only recently begun to organize them by year.. perhaps in my absence my family will enjoy ..
your words are magical!

Mark Kerstetter said...

I love this one, Brian. Years ago I knew someone with an artistic soul who didn't make anything. She said to me, 'why add more poems and pictures and novels to the world, don't we have enough?' I thought, what a very sad person! That's like saying we don't need another bird to sing, surely there's enough birdsong in the world. And so what if they're not all perfect? We can piece the good parts together later and make better ones. Great poem!

Susie Clevenger said...

So Beautiful!! You have treated your discarded poems with grace and given them a wonderful memorial. Me..i just call mine poetry litter. lol

Lolamouse said...

I can't believe that you've EVER had a poem not work out for you! I love this, though. It can be taken on so many levels. I'm smiling.

Margie said...

I love this one!
You are a creator of magical words!

Margie said...

I love this one!
You are a creator of magical words!

blueviolet said...

I figure that as long as it's meaningful to the person who wrote them, it's never a loss.

Fireblossom said...

I do not understand, though I weep!

Thanks, Brian for participating in the the first Fireblossom Friday. It wouldn't have been the same if you hadn't. :-)

Jyoti Mishra said...

very lovey expressions
a tale of unsaid things

"Look at their eyes as they watch others,
previous neighbors on these pages"

love the way u express things Brian !!

Nick Rolynd said...

I always love the verse forms you create. This time was no exception! Thanks for the piece. =3

tera said...

Ah...lovely! I have a book shelf containing my own little landfill of unfinished drawings... :)

I hope your son is feeling better.
Happy weekend.
t

TALON said...

Spitting poetry is good, I think :)

I've been responsible for the demise of many many trees in my day in my urge to put pen to paper.

Loved the poem, Brian.

Bodhirose said...

I love this sensitive piece..a word quilt, how brilliant--the ending was so touching.

ladyfi said...

Wonderful writing!

Landfills would be more beautiful if filled with lovely words, don't you think?

Victoria said...

I like these images of homeless poems, the way you expand the metaphors. i especially like the last lines.

adeeyoyo said...

This is awesome, Brian. I hope I never give up, although sometimes I do get downhearted when I can't do justice to some of the words in my head, lol! You really are an inspiration for us to go on...

Brendan said...

All those journals ... line after line on paper ... drafts ... poems that didn't go anywhere accumulating on some pile ... they are the things poets carry, for better and worse, and this celebration of the homelessness and hopelessness of the vocation redeems every effort. Fine job, Brian. - Brendan

Sweeter said...

This is one of the most beautiful, intense poems I've read from you Brian. Superb work on a fave> Poetics

aidz said...

tend to recycle .... ;)

Lorraine said...

oh never they are never ever forgotten, but the tears make them wet, how's your son?

vivinfrance said...

Brian, this is the nicest way of linking poetry and quilting. I absolutely love it.

Pauline said...

smiling, tears rolling down my cheeks

Dave King said...

I like this far more than I can say. In a word (4, actually) I'm nuts about it.

Natalie said...

This is a precious piece,
Superb pace of your words,
a Delightful Read!

:)

lifeisaroadtrip said...

I don't know what to say that probably already hasn't been said. I expect great things every time I open your blog, and every time you blow me away. Still.

flaubert said...

I love this, Brian, but this stanza really got me:

"I gather them around my ankles,
piles higher than mountains, slide down them
on my stomach, roll, revel in their inadequacies
stitch them in a quilt so they connect,
and tell their story,
---i rap them, round my body"

Beautifully worded.

Pamela

myheartslovesongs said...

ah, to revel in their inadequacies!

brilliant!

Charles Miller said...

This Makes real so much, as always, that I know needs to be said but somehow never hear said. Until now. You're always making me think and hear the rhytmns of justice.

Jim Swindle said...

Excellent poem. I think of all my odd smidgens of verse, lonely on scraps of paper or in computer files, waiting for their day to come...but each of them fearing that it never will.

Madeleine Begun Kane said...

Beautifully expressed!

Goofball said...

I hope you never put down your pen for ever

♥ Braja said...

You and Amy at Kaleidoscope have both done wonderful color posts with Xmas decorations....loved the image...going back to read the piece. If you don't hear from me soon, send help....

...or, y'know, just a bottle of red and some crackers?

♥ Braja said...

What?

It *is* Christmas...

sheesh....

♥ Braja said...

What?

It *is* Christmas...

sheesh....

Jephy's Mom said...

This poem reminded me of another poem that I have stashed away in a binder. About 25-30 years ago, I was in my high school library and I found a crumpled up piece of notebook paper - it was somebody's trash. Being curious, I unwrapped that ball of paper and found a poem - something about it appealed to me and I hung onto it. I have no idea who the author may be and he/she has no idea that the words they penned and discarded so long ago were rescued from the trash and safely tucked away among some other like treasures.

Myrna R. said...

This was so tender and soft. I guess many of us have unused words that never made it to readers eyes.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I like all the things you will do with your words - including wrapping them around you like a quilt. I like the way you took this prompt to all sorts of new places!

Syd said...

I wonder how many great things--treasures--have found their way to the landfill. There is a painting in the house that was rescued from one. It dates to the mid 1800's.

Dolly@ Soul Stops said...

you had me at the first image of a landfills, then you kept reeling me in...it was so much fun to read :) Thanks.

william said...

absolutely brilliant, landfills can be lonely places, not so in this case..