Tuesday, January 10, 2012

OpenLinkNight: Come back, 2 bed



Frost gathers the edge of the window,
sil where birds trumpet, light cracks
the obsidian obsidian sky & i lay curled
torticone to your back, lips to your neck,
warm

When he burst in screaming,
"Wake up! You have to get up! You will be late
for work! Get up! Get up! Get up!"

And you do---

I secretly plot, as the pounding shower reverbs
through the walls, scribble poetry
of Frost and Pound on the bedsheets, hanging
them on the walls, while humming
'Shakespeare in Overalls' by Woody Guthrie,

Then wait for the door click of your leaving
before finding the cleaver

And if you find the shattered shell of his body,
by the bedside when you return,
not even Marcus Crassus and his Roman Legions
could stop my advance and I spared
not even the snooze button---

So call work, I fear
You may be late tomorrow,

For he will alarm no more,

And if you lose your job, and we everything
I will still have your back,
warm.

OpenLinkNight @ dVerse Poets. Write a poem, come join the party. The pub opens at 3 pm EST. Tonight, the ever amazing Claudia will be our host as we trip the verse fantastic.

PS. No alarm clocks were really murdered in the making of this poem. Only thought about. Seriously. Smiles.

122 comments:

mrs mediocrity said...

oh, how we hate those alarm clocks!

I love this, these lines:

"scribble poetry of Frost and Pound on the bedsheets"

and obsidian obsidian nights...

love.

here's to sleeping in tomorrow.

Shell said...

Oh, those last 3 lines... :)

Anyes said...

Wishing you both an understanding boss...

Hilary said...

Only you could ooze romance and frost it with humour. Loved this. Alarm clocks are so rude!

Deb said...

Fabultastic word choices ! I personally am hoping for a blizzard soon. ;)

Sue said...

This is perfect! And I can remember feeling this way many times.

(But I did leave the old monster intact...)

;)

Laurie Kolp said...

I guess the snooze button can only delay things for so long.

Claudia said...

awww this is so warm and sweet..and a bit mad....just the right mixture...smiles - my alarm clock is my iphone and joshua redman breathing warm into his tenor sax...so rather a nice sound to wake..smiles

kaykuala said...

It's a friend when you need it. After a time it's a natural tendency to wake up on time. So it seem!

Hank

Isabel said...

oh, how i dread those alarm clocks especailly when they ruin a great dream. great poem

Dolly@ Soul Stops said...

You had me at the cozy scene with your wife, then that rude alarm clock, which at first, I thought was one of your boys, coming into your room.. I have to agree with Hilary's comment: only you could ooze romance then top it off with humor :)

Whosyergurl said...

"I will still have your back warm." Ahhhhh.
I'm hoping for a BLIZZARD! Snow is in the forecast for Thurs & Fri.
Cheryl

Daydreamertoo said...

Haha...drat those blasted alarm clocks. I hate mine, purposely try and waken up before mine even goes off. I have to have a digital clock because the noise of one ticking would drive me nuts! LOL Sounds like your thoughts were not on the alarm though, hehe.

Lovely, once again.

Margie said...

Brian, it's wonderful to be here early in the day(have a day off, yay!)reading your poem!

I so enjoyed this one!
You are the most diverse poet I know!

Loved your ending!
Lovely ending!

Margie :)

Daniel said...

Good stuff in this mix. I do remember some morning intrusions back in the day. (smiles)

Hillbilly Duhn said...

This made me giggle. I think I will hear this in my head tomorrow when the hubs has to get up that hour before me, when I'm usually saying less elegant words! :)

Tara Miller said...

I see we were thinking alike this morning, love. Wish I didn't have to crawl out from under those covers and your warm, strong arms around me.

giggles about the clock ;)

Natasha Head said...

Violence is never the answer...alarm clocks are merely doing the job we assign them...Fantastic, as always. We've got a premature thaw going on here, so no frost on the windows...but I'm not complaining. I do, however, feel a tad guilty about sneaking a peak on your morning ;)

Brian Miller said...

what is love but a little crazy eh claudia...smiles.

Elaine said...

I still have my pyjamas on. Love it!

rosaria said...

Oh, you romantic you.

Pat Hatt said...

That poor clock
Was sure in for a shock
I think you made sure its bell was rang
The madness of the morning surely hit you with a bang
But yeah hate pain in the butt work
Would rather stay home where things can umm perk

Sub-Radar-Mike said...

I wouldn't blame you if you murdered an alarm clock, really... I don't think anyone's a fan, after all.

Mijayami said...

Great write. I love the sentiments: both in wanting to kill the alarm clock & in always having her back (in both senses).

JJ Roa Rodriguez said...

The title speaks of JC (LOL) and i do the wake up call...

Love this post again...

JJRod'z

Bernie said...

I think a few alarm clocks have met their maker from our house over the years. I much prefer how you handled your situation. Well done......:-)Hugs

Anonymous said...

Wow. This blew me away, B. Especially the ending:

"I'll have your back,
warm."

~Shawna
(rosemarymint.wordpress.com)

RD said...

obsidian obsidian...I want to scowled you for that, but DAMN IT....it works

perhaps you could get a cockateil or whatever that yapping bird is !!!

Peace

ayala said...

aww so sweet...love these lines ...And if you lose your job, and we everything
I will still have your back,
warm.
Love it! :)

Grace said...

I do really but that damn alarm clock is so noisy...smiles.

Nice one ~

hedgewitch said...

I've slain many in fantasy, believe me. Nice point to this about what's important and what's necessary, and some tantalizing glancing references that deepen the mood and texture.

Birdie said...

blogger is full of romance today :-) it's a sweet post even with the so unfriendly alarm clock :-)

bajanpoet said...

This is awesome! I don't use alarm clocks myself, but yeah ...the one time the telephone jarred me out of sleep I wanted to rip it out of the wall and strangle it with its own cord...

GREAT JOB!

Sweeter said...

So appropriate for my yesterday morning...
smiles back Brian :-)

Jannie Funster said...

Never heard of that Guthrie song. Gotta Google it!

I hope nobody loses their job, but if they do it's only because a better one is waiting just on the other side of a new door to open.

xo

Who Is Afraid Of Miss Lovett? No, Mrs.Lovett... said...

Hi! Brian...The words Of your poem here:
"Frost gathers the edge of the window,
sil where birds trumpet, light cracks
the obsidian obsidian sky & i lay curled
torticone to your back, lips to your neck,
warm..."

...is very descriptive, and very vivid...too!

I'm quite sure that all your readers with alarm clocks can relate to your poetic words here:"When he burst in screaming,
"Wake up! You have to get up! You will be late
for work! Get up! Get up! Get up!"

lol...

"And if you lose your job, and we everything
I will still have your back,
warm."

Lovely, [poetic] words..."and PS. No alarm clocks were really murdered in the making of this poem. Only thought about. Seriously. Smiles."
Ha!
Thanks, for sharing the image too!
deedee ;-D

somewhere a melody said...

I dream of murdering alarm clocks :)
This made me smile.

Sheila Moore said...

hehe, those alarm clocks can be brutal some mornings.

zongrik said...

a) what about Marcus Aurelius?

b) i really like the enjambment

c) thanks for your comment. i so appreciate that you went to my poems with your son. that's amazing in fact. wow.

Jill from Killeny Glen said...

Absolutely DELICIOUS! Love it.
How many times I would have liked to take an instrument of destruction to my horrible alarming box of plastic in favor of B's warm body!

Anthony Desmond said...

Beyonce's 'Party' is my alarm in the morning so I dont hate it that much haha... tender write with a splash of humour.. great stuff man

poemblaze said...

A lot of fun wordplay here. I too love the last stanza.

Louise said...

lol...hate alarm clocks. Who doesn't want to stay warm next to their lover.. *smiles*

Steve King said...

We have a dog with an innate clock mechanism. Less jarring, but just as effective a way to interrupt...nice piece, this. You've made the moment into quite an effective narrative.

anthonynorth said...

A most alarming tale.

the walking man said...

Me thinks perhaps you should set the alarm clock further...much further away from the bed...or just pop a cap into it and go back to sleep.

Mary said...

Oh those dreaded alarms. They always ring in the middle of a decent dream! The weekend is only a few days away thankfully.

Anne said...

There are so many good lines in this one and the way you end it, with I've still got your back warm is so loving. Your wife is a lucky woman to have a man write verse this lovely about spooning with her.

DJan said...

Whew! Glad to find out that the intruder was the alarm clock. I am also not a fan...

aka_andrea said...

Love this Brian! Great job!!

skyraft said...

Alarm clocks are a bugger bear. Particularly ones without music. And that is excellently captured here.

As is the way that somethings are just more important, and brilliant than other things. Just a shame we can't spend all our time with them. God dammit real life.

Great poetry.

flaubert said...

I hate alarm clocks, Brian, but I love your poem. I love the idea of writing on the bedsheets, I want to write on my pillow-sheets.

Pamela

jackie dick said...

Yeah, sometimes I have fantasies of bleeding battered alarm clocks. lol. Love that sweet thing with the warm back and your lips against her neck. Here's to sleeping in Brian! Nice poem!

CiCi said...

Even if it is talking by a dj, it is still an alarm of sorts, sorta alarming to wake to loud voice on radio.

Maggie said...

haha! You made me laugh. Once I hear the alarm clock go off I'm always like Noooooooooo! SHUP UP! I say that like almost everyday. I'm so bad.

Eva Gallant said...

Nothing is more annoying than the sound of an alarm clock when you're fast asleep. It would be justifiable homicide!

manicddaily said...

Ha! This is just lovely. I love best "for he will alarm no more." And of course the end. K.

Glenn Buttkus said...

Your poetic posse is always becoming
a behemoth voice, a gaggle huge enough
to fill a city bus, or clog a cafeteria.
The poem is another fine Miller-crafted
episode, and you keep us steeped in
mystery until the cleaver drops; cool.

marousia said...

Gorgeous - work can get in the way :)

turtlememoir said...

he he... those alarm clocks can have the dangdest sense of timing - nice poem, though

Ed Pilolla said...

haha:) i like the lighthearted and lunatic approach. when that cleaver appeared, i perked up with dark fascination. it was like watching you pull your lips back and seeing some fearsome fangs for a moment. and you were smiling:)

G-Man said...

You are freakin Haunted!

Yousei Hime said...

There are many mornings I wished I were a skilled ninja deftly wielding a star. Your poetry is almost always fun and always good. Thanks again, Brian.

Anonymous said...

This really is so good:

"light cracks
the obsidian obsidian sky & i lay curled
torticone to your back, lips to your neck,
warm"

You are very talented, Brian.

~Shawna
rosemarymint.wordpress.com

Mama Zen said...

This really made me smile, Brian!

Beth Winter said...

Alarm clocks are EVIL! Trust me, I know this well. Mine screams at me at 3 a.m. every day. *grumbling about the sadistic beast* Loved "obsidian obsidian" What a way to portray that incredible darkness. Fantastic, Brian

thewordbar said...

Ah, so now I know the secret to your fantabulous smile:-)
lynne

Raven said...

This is a wonderful I love the depth and breadth of emotional expression here! A beautiful poem.

aidz said...

Yup I have empathy completely with you on this one!!

David Allen said...

As always, cool.

Chris G. said...

Well look at you go - even wove a touch of history in there with Mr. Crassus...a distinct literary delight as ever, my friend, with a killer end. Tight!

JANU said...

I hate waking up in the morning. Period.
Beautiful yet again.

Teresa said...

I love this murderous plot! I must say I've thought about this myself.

Me said...

The language...stunning. Even if I didn't love what was behind it (which I do), I'd still swoon over the language.

"obsidian obsidian sky" literally gave me goosebumps.

Me said...

PS - glad there were no alarm clocks harmed in the making of this post. :)

colleen said...

It's that ticking time bomb again, eh.

I'll have to google that Guthrie song with the intriguing title.

Sweet.

Quotes,Photos and a little Poetry said...

This way you are such an inspiration to me. Your craft and cheeky all in one well done piece of humorous work.

Ginny Brannan said...

"...curled
torticone to your back, lips to your neck,
warm"

Love that visual,so cozy. I too, would plot "death"-- if only briefly, as assuming the "he" definitely has to be a child!! The good news is, eventually they become teens, then you can get your revenge by waking them up. Yup, nothing quite like a teen roused from their "beauty" sleep. Lol!!

Keep warm, and hopefully you'll catch a break without interruption. PSNo snow here in MA yet either, way overdue!

California Girl said...

Ha! Vivid picture you paint

joanna said...

that ending just makes me want go "awww..." *smiles* oh, & thanks for sending me to the dictionary on "torticone"-- nice.

wurdz said...

This is another journey into the mind of a brilliant maniac. Oh how many times have I yearned to murder the object of my daily scorn! Well done, my friend!

ladyfi said...

Oh, the tyranny of the alarm clock.

Such tender writing!

djwpoet said...

I can relate to this! And my iPhone is my alarm clock. Two birds with one stone. :)

Beautifully written, thanks Brian.

Valerie said...

Liked this one very much, Brian, even though a dictionary was needed at times....smiles. Still learning!

Tabor said...

Congrats on your POTW and thanks for the new vocabulary words ;-)

Caty said...

I've been wanting to do that to my alarm clock all week, unfortunately it doubles as my cell phone...

Dave King said...

Delicious! And amusing too. What more?

beckykilsby said...

Oh do it Brian! kill the damn alarm.. Passing the cleaver now..

What a great moment you've captured here. That intense glow..briliant.

Lorraine said...

oh....Brian, you're Brilliant

Joseph Pulikotil said...

Hello Brian,

I agree alarm clocks can be very nasty but then bosses can be nastier. So many of us depended on alarm clocks for waking up. But I don't need alarm clocks any more. The first thing in the morning I the sound of a loud call continuously to Allah from the mosque near my house. After some time I hear the the loud music played by the temple close by. And at last I hear the sound of church bells.By this time I am fully awake. I don't have an alarm clock now.

I enjoyed your beautifully written post.

Best wishes,
Joseph

Alan Burnett said...

Frost go away,
Birds dull your trumpets,
Turn off the obsidian skylight,
For I am retired.

Ginny Brannan said...

Oops, sorry Brian, my bad!! Was reading late and just assumed, and you know what they say about that word "assumed"-definitely feeling like one now!! Also feeling some relief in knowing that its only clock and and not a family member! Lol! Cheers, my friend!

Ginny Brannan said...

Oops, sorry Brian, my bad!! Was reading late and just assumed, and you know what they say about that word "assumed"-definitely feeling like one now!! Also feeling some relief in knowing that its only clock and and not a family member! Lol! Cheers, my friend!

AmyLK said...

alarm clocks are HARSH, especially when the bed is so warm and comfy. Hope you get to sleep in today.

Goofball said...

I don't think I ever looked up so many words in one of your poem



but I got it and I really love it.

emma said...

I've never been a fan of alarm clocks...what a satisfying way of handling the problem. Sweet sentiment, and yes those last three lines are the icing...love it!

emma said...

I've never been a fan of alarm clocks...what a satisfying way of handling the problem. Sweet sentiment, and yes those last three lines are the icing...love it!

Magpie said...

Such a dastardly deed you done did. :)

TALON said...

How can something be both soft and chilling at the same time? :) But you managed it, Brian.

~L said...

Yeah! I get to be the 100th Pearson to comment:)

First I so can see my self saying "get u... get up... get up"! I always hear the alarm first... not sure if this is all you meant in your words but that is what I got from it:)

Love this one:)

The Poetry Palace said...

Direct and Loving.

Fantastic Piece.

Myrna R. said...

Alarm clocks and love just don't go together.

Too bad, most people must remain rational and obey those awful alarms that interrupt either a peaceful sleep or a loving spoon.

Hope said...

love this one. very nice!

Arron Shilling said...

A great mixture of all the right ingredients - you create a great space to peek in on.

Always great to read your work bro:)

Arron Shilling said...

A great mixture of all the right ingredients - you create a great space to peek in on.

Always great to read your work bro:)

Lady Nyo said...

God, Brian, I LOVE< LOVE< LOVE this poem!!!

LOL@ And I love that you love Frost and Pound.

What a perfect time to read both...this this beginning hollow of Winter...and yours!!!

Hugs,

Lady Nyo

rain :: said...

hahah i can TOTALLY relate. i too could be the alarm-clock assassin.

Fred said...

Ha, love the last little joke there. Really love the way this piece reads, lots of nice allusions mixed in here. Really nice work Brian.

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Barb said...

Surely the inventor of the alarm clock was a sadist. Who could blame you, Brian? We've all harbored the blood lust to end its shrill voice. Congrats on POTW!

Joanne Elliott said...

Love this view on the alarm clock. Not my fav thing either...they are very rude.

Birchpoet said...

I loved this. Been there also. So nice to meet you! peace

Charles Miller said...

Dude, you bring together an amazing variety of voices here. I like the way they seem to wrave in and out with your perception. There's a multifaceted nature to the way you draw the world in words and it's like entering a dream though I know it's real.

Madeleine Begun Kane said...

Well done. I can relate and certainly remember those days.

Zuzana said...

Hehe, dear Brian, I can so relate to this piece.;)) Have been in this situation many times lately.;))
xoxo

Rachel said...

you write like a master and a sage. it's glory to read.

Bodhirose said...

Oh, how many times I have thought of doing this...but actually I usually wake up right before the thing goes off..that's how badly I hate to hear that obnoxious noise.

Sweet, though, that no matter what you have her (warm) back..

Syd said...

I don't have to arise to them anymore, except for a few odd days when there is a schedule. So much relief to not be on a real schedule.

James Rainsford said...

Great comment on the tyranny of the morning summons to the banality of work. Loved it Brian.

william said...

sadly lol I ignore mines everyday heheh but then I work evenings so its ok, lol..

ds said...

Torticone!! Brilliant. All of it. You truly are a master, sir.
Thank you.