Tuesday, January 3, 2012

OpenLinkNight: I like a fat steering wheel, she said


i leave breakfast
    in the ditch, at the base of the mountain
a little acid, mostly coffee,
         what a waste

it does not bother me
     maneuvering these curves
when i am the one driving
        but i am better
              for the learning other
                                      wise

still i taste it on my teeth

a small patch of sun
    starts atop the next peak
where animals still warm
         in their burrows stir

untamed
     & i

have miles & miles
                  to wait.


Today, I am hosting OpenLinkNight over at dVerse Poets Pub...a gathering of poetic people at all stages of the game. Would love to have you join us. It all starts at 3 pm EST.

The picture is from Magpie Tales.

149 comments:

happygirl said...

The picture is so serene and the tale, well... not. It gave me flashbacks to my trip on Hwy 1 down the CA coast. I feel ya.

missing moments said...

...in their burrows still untamed ... love this image!

A Daft Scots Lass said...

Some great writing.

A Daft Scots Lass said...

Some great writing.

Kate Hanley said...

Great writing, so funny because I had a dream last night about driving over some heinous curves and woke up to read this, awesome! Have fun at OpenLinkNight!

the walking man said...

Motor home 9 feet 4 inches wide.

Far enough into the Virginia Blue Ridge to not be willing to turn back.

Huge Orange permanent sign right in front of me...

"NO VEHICLES OVER 8 FEET WIDE PAST THIS POINT"

Decision:AWWW hell they always allow for a little extra room on these roads.


hahahahahahaah Loved looking from the drivers seat straight down to the bottom of the hill on the right side of the vehicle.

Daniel said...

A little white-knuckled ride eh? (smiles)

secret agent woman said...

Doesn't sound like a lot of fun, this one.

wood said...

there is an out of our element feel to this poem, a kind of anti-gravity, homesick for earth... as if to say it is better to be anything untamed, than anything human. enjoyed this brian, great flow and movement.

Heaven said...

An interesting drive going home. I am always pondering on the curve and patch of sun peeking over the building.

Did you mean "steering" wheel ?

Happy day to you ~

Ostensible Truth said...

ah a great write brian - that opening stanza is brilliant - and you keep that consistent tone throughout, you give life to the picture here, nicely done!

Suz said...

ah..there is no place like home

terrific as always

G-Man said...

So...?
Driving in the Mountains made you puke?
Or was the leaving your lunch a metaphor?
I liked the pic.

Ravenblack said...

That feels like a serene and scenic drive on a beautiful morning. :)

Polly Janos said...

Dealing with the discomfort almost always leads us unto a better place and a more enlightened view. I really connected with this!

richlyevocative said...

I like the contrast between the flat stillness of the picture and the life of your poem

Eva Gallant said...

California Highway 101, for sure! Steep cliffs, curves, and no guard rails!

Ginny Brannan said...

Oooh, always interesting imagery Brian, can almost taste that acid reflux!! Reminds me of our first visit to California. I was three months expecting, and I remember driving the coastal highway north of San Francisco, torn between the breathtaking beauty and the queasiness felt at every hairpin turn. Good times all the same! Thanks for the memory!!

JANU said...

Nice images there, could feel the sun and the warmth of the burrows...:-)

Pat Hatt said...

what a dirty litter bug you are
As you travel home from afar
But at least you left those animals a snack
That's why they stayed hidden and didn't attack
Interesting trip as well
With the title my mind went to the gutter I must tell

CiCi said...

Oh that yucky taste. Winding mountainous roads are tough on a sensitive stomach.

Laurie Kolp said...

Love how the stanzas wind like the mountain...

Anne said...

"taste it on my teeth" Conveying the concrete with the abstract, you master that. I think its wonderful what you do with the Poets Pub. Sonnets, one never thinks of them these days and that's a shame. Refreshing to find quality on the internet.

Slamdunk said...

Yeah, uncomfortable drive Brian. But the advantage is to the driver with motion sickness--it multiple times worse if one is in the back seat.

Josh Hoyt said...

Wonderful picture and excellent words to go with it. I wonder how many miles I have to wait ?!.

Berowne said...

Very well written...

anthonynorth said...

That's the thing about beautiful places. It takes a long time to get there - really and metaphorically.

ds said...

And miles to go before you sleep, no doubt ; ) My BFF and I once drove through the Blue Ridge and across Tennessee in a U-Haul truck, moving her halfway across the country. Lost the gas cap somewhere in the wilds of western Virginia...a trip neither of us will ever forget.
Beautifully written, sir. Thank you.

adeeyoyo said...

Curves and heights don't sit well with me - especially when someone else is driving! Better to drive on an empty stomach, Brian, 'cos it will keep you awake...!

hedgewitch said...

Taking the bitter with the sweet. Nice roll to this one, brian. I hate being a passenger, but I've learned to live with it.

Valerie said...

Best place for it if it was mostly coffee. Solids are better.

Claudia said...

the more difficult the way, the bigger is the feast of coming home - and the emptier the stomach, the more delicious what waits in the warmth of the burrows..untamed..smiles...i like

chiccoreal said...

Dear Brian: Love the overlap of themes here; between the everyday action and the spirit moving within as well. "miles to wait"; life seems endless as spirit dwells. Like the gritty Louis Lamour feeling "a little acid, mostly coffee". Ah real life!

Sue said...

ugh

I do better when I'm driving too, literally and figuratively. But yes, I learn less.

=)

darkangelwrites said...

What I got from this was that feeling of acceptance one has after an accident, the replay in the mind and the wait. Been there.

Mama Zen said...

Nervous, much?

I like this a lot, Brian.

Betsy said...

was your right foot braking? ha.

always keep Tums in the glove box.

Taylor Boomer said...

you ~ a fat steering wheel?
It makes sense
if one thinks of your round face
that's cute like the head of a cat
with words purring out
like the most charming grace.

...

oops, kind of in playful mood.

love the entire piece, rich imagery with the most condensed words.

the perfectly enjoyable magpie.

we all learn how to drive smart.
keep your skills upgrading...

Tara Miller said...

Your title almost made me spit my pineapple across the room it made me laugh so hard! ;) I'll take it easy on the curves next time, love.

Rae said...

Enjoyed the early morning ride. Those curves make me sleepy though. I'm guessing it might have been your ride home from the weekend game.

Natasha Head said...

You're home, you're safe and you're ready to host the biggest OpenLinkNight ever...right!? Fantastic skillz as always, Poet!

SassyModernMom said...

Love the imagery!!!

ayala said...

The bitter and the sweet.....a small patch of sun, I like it! Nice write, Brian. Love your writing!

Syd said...

Ugh--I hate getting car sick. Not fun at all. It hasn't happened in a long time for me. But I still cannot read when I am in a car.

Wander said...

I like your poem thank you for comming by my place.

Whosyergurl said...

ugh. saw the guy's comment about you feeding the animals. When my son & his girlfriend were here, they went out to party and I picked them up. When we got home she delicately barfed in my front yard. When I told her that the chickens, er, enjoyed that, she said "Now I am a part of this place."
! Cheryl

Sub-Radar-Mike said...

Ah, I was wondering if you'd tackle this prompt... nicely done Brian.

Nimue said...

the poem gives a haunting feel to the already serene image ..

Liz @ A Nut in a Nutshell said...

Dude, you'd better start traveling with gum.

Helen said...

.. or out here trying to navigate the mountain passes over the Cascades. Talk about stomach turning!

drybottomgirl said...

Looking forward to the "unknown" and enjoying it as it unfolds is one of the great pleasures of life! Happy New year to you and yours...

Heather said...

it's good to be home...especially after a wild ride through the mountains

Caty said...

Well, I hope you got to see some pretty scenery at least :) I like being a passenger so I can take in all the sites on a road trip, my stomach however does not like being a passenger so much.

LauraX said...

all I could think of was morning sickness with my first daughter...not your intention, but it all came rushing back (well not all:-)

bajanpoet said...

In my tiny island, the long drives are not THAT long... but then again, after being stuck in non-moving traffic....

Ok, I take that back.

Great write!

mrs mediocrity said...

you had me at the title, smiling. i LOVE this one, everything about it.
still smiling...

RD said...

but around the next turn...???

it's the journey, right?

Peace B

Lolamouse said...

The last line reminds me of "miles to go before I sleep." Great write.

sharplittlepencil said...

Brian, the "she said" in the title makes me think this is in the voice of a pregnant woman with morning sickness... along with the journey within the journey, the "miles to go." Was that what you had in mind? Great write! Peace, Amy
Brian, I understand the "leaving breakfast in the ditch," as long trips make me sick! But then this takes off into the journey, which makes it a very nice read (even as the acid etches into the enamel on your teeth, argh).

Mary said...

I especially enjoyed the ending of this poem; but all in all it was a great journey!

kweschn said...

Hey Brian, leave my coffee alone!! lol j/k

very nice piece!! :)

lynnaima said...

pondering, trying to connect title and piece...also questioning, miles to wait for learning, for the open road, for the awakening :) all in all, I like to ponder thus I like! :)

FrankandMary said...

I think many tiny perceived slights would disappear if people drank more coffee(says the woman who owns Starbucks stock).

Miles to wait is perfect. Living with doubts & ambiguities. ~Mary

Fred said...

Nice write Brian, love the way you weaved the curves of the road into the image of your poem itself. Great job. Thanks

turtlememoir said...

an interesting interpretation of the image... leaves me with an unsettled feeling. love your word plays, and I would so much rather be the one driving myself :)

thingy said...

I think 'sharplittlepencil' may be on to something. I am intrigued with the title and want to know more about the traveler.

Wonderful piece.

Jill from Killeny Glen said...

The question is...is the wait worth it? USUALLY IS!

Daydreamertoo said...

Oh, I hate puking. The after taste stays in your mouth for hours if not days. Yuck!
Another fab write from you!

izzy said...

Oh you are right about the driving!
and I really like the end-

Rahul Bhatia said...

Nice depiction thro poetry..

rosaria said...

That maneuvering can get tricky with ...untamed and I.

Ténèbres à la lumière... said...

"a small patch of sun
starts atop the next peak
where animals still warm
in their burrows stir..."

Hello! Brian...
Once again, what [very] beautiful poetic words to compliment an even beautiful serene image [picture]...too!
Thanks, for sharing!
deedee ;-D

Anthony Desmond said...

simply beautiful my man

wolfsrosebud said...

after 71 comment what can I say... reminded me of my days in the Rockies... thanks for the memory

Lyn said...

The really good thing is that you seem a bit untamed too..who could ask for more??

Anyes said...

It's always easier when we are the ones steering the wheel ;-)

Pearl said...

I love it. You've captured the road for me.

Pearl

tinkwelborn said...

…it's the 'out of control' thing…that's why they 'hide' the pilots from us (well, it was the first reason, at first).
who's the driver…a daughter?

like the allusion (or I detect one) to Mr. Frost.

nice write, Brian

zumpoems.com said...

Nice contrast between the idyllic picture and the rudimentary working of our digestive systems. Very clever.

Louise said...

I hope you feel better, anyway ..*smiles* but what I'd give to see those mountains...you made them beautiful despite everything...

Sheila Moore said...

I take it the wife drove? Hehe- driving in the mtns scares the crap out if me no matter who's behind the wheel.

She Writes Here Now said...

we all have miles and miles to wait.

jackiedick said...

You and Robert Frost, eh...Only you had acid reflux and miles to go before you whatever...Love the photo...that is a photo? Can picture you driving...a little untamed yourself. Nice write, Brian. It's you, awrighty.

jackiedick said...

You and Robert Frost, eh...Only you had acid reflux and miles to go before you whatever...Love the photo...that is a photo? Can picture you driving...a little untamed yourself. Nice write, Brian. It's you, awrighty.

adan said...

great title, esp with the "she said" at the end - suggestive suggestive suggestive! ;-)

and really like the break 'tween the last and next to last stanzas :

where animals still warm
in their burrows stir

untamed
& i

happy first week of the year ;-)

bringingwordstolife said...

the title in itself made me chuckle Brian - a beautiful story of normality expressed as always with trickery and mastery :)

marousia said...

Hahaha this reminded me of being carsick as a child and walking roads with hairpin bends - I feel with you :)

Jannie Funster said...

Been a long time since I puked. And hope it will be a looooong time again until I do!

:)

xo

Kathy Bischoping said...

The poem and image seem to me in harmony and then in counterpoint with bits from Frost --

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Chris G. said...

Curious metaphor and tale there, Brian - both peaceful, and yet, troubling. (And I can say from experience, by the way, the curves of those mountain roads still aren't fun, driving or riding shotgun, when there's ice afoot!) This piece it's almost...drifting.

Teri said...

This brought back memories to me of when I was pregnant and had to drive a curvy road every day to and from work. I had to carry a giant towel in my car "in case". And it didn't matter if it was pre-food or after. All the same when you're pregnant. And that was 35 years ago. Still remember it like it was yesterday.

Carys said...

I get the feeling there's something tantalisingly wonderful waiting for you at the end of this journey Brian or maybe 'tantalisingly wonderful' is your travelling companion. Great write, enjoyed this little trip with you.

joel w. clackum said...

I love this one, both beautiful and intensely uncomfortable. You really force a reader to think and evaluate the images, to strive to find the underlying emotion. Either I must put myself in the seat and decide what I am seeing/feeling/thinking through your eyes, or I must abandon this read altogether. Well done!

skyraft said...

The last verse really makes this and the brings the whole thing together wonderfully well.

Has an air of the old mountain recluse poets as well.

Really, thats pretty great there.

Teresa said...

I hate driving in mountains and get positively carsick riding with someone, so this hit a bit too close to home. I think I'd prefer to curl up with the animals in their dens. :-)

Beth Winter said...

I love going on these little holidays with you... and my steering wheel is fat. Love it.

smile

Coach J said...

This is a great write. Will be sharing with my class if you don't mind.

thewordbar said...

Reminds me of a trip I took once in the mountains of West Va.. while I wanted to puke, the ride was glorious..
great write Brian!!

Other Mary said...

Hey Brian, you didn't go calm and serene either. Nice one!

Vodka Mom said...

love.




damn. Can't you @)#* up once in a while?



cheeze

flaubert said...

Brian, I like this from title to poem. Some excellent images in it. Did you just come back from holiday travel? It surely rings of it.

Pamela

Margie said...

Great imagery, Brian.
I often wonder how you can write like this (and almost everyday)
I'm amazed!

But I love it, so keep on writing!
And thank you!

Smiles!

Christi Moon said...

some hurling wicked imagery in this piece. white knuckle ride. better pack some dramamine next time :)

chromapoesy.com said...

Just yesterday my front end got trashed by a flying tire on the highway and I considered pulling over to lose my breakfast as the driver in front of me hit a deer! You make this writing stuff look easy :).

Margie said...

Haha, you were right, not good things!
I deleted it!
I never would have known if not for your visit!

Thank you , Brain.

Enjoy the rest of your evening!

Pat said...

Oh I can relate to this one! Although I've never tossed my cookies out the window, I've FELT like it, while Jim maneuvers Big Blue around the curves of the steep mountain passes and I'm hanging my head out the window and turning green. Oh, yes, I have been there!

Steve E said...

"it does not bother me
maneuvering these curves
when i am the one driving..."

YUP! Straighten out the road!

YOU! The best of the best. Brian, you 'see' things better than a blind man! (That's a compliment, BTW!)
PEACE!

Elizabeth Young said...

I really enjoyed this one Brian! The image of the small animals still warm and snugly within their burrows compared to the large gentleman with the taste of sick and coffee on his breath is an unusual contrast which it would do us well to remember. Humans always think they have it so much better than animals, but the truth is they don't always!

manicddaily said...

Love the ending here. And the learning curve. Very clever. K.

Semaphore said...

Marked this as one of my favourites of yours. One of my formative books was "Turtle Island" by Gary Snyder... and your poem flows with the ease of one of his classics.

kaykuala said...

Brian,
Thanks buddy, I'm ok. This reminds me of our camping days during school vacations many years ago! Yeah, we trudged miles in virgin jungles. Often jettisoned usable stuff to reduce payload on our backs.

Hank

Bodhirose said...

It's like, enough with the merry this and happy that...let's get down to the nitty gritty of life! I did too!

Wayne Pitchko said...

nicely done Brian....thanks for sharing your words

Nicholas V. said...

Ah, still waters do indeed run deep...
Great take on this prompt. The picture though superficially serene is quite deeply sinister in my mind's eye.

MorningAJ said...

'miles and miles to wait'. Story of my life!
Nicely put.

Lorraine said...

As poignant as the photo you are awesome no matter what Sir Percey says

pandamoniumcat said...

I just liked it! :)

Birdie said...

oh, i still remember the mountain roads in Va ... my Soul admired the beauty of the nature but my stomach ... yikes, still remember that feeling :-( ... lol ...

kez said...

My mountain man is always going up snowy mountain roads and it still terrifies me ! great write thanks for hosting x x x

Dave King said...

The numb er of comments says it far more eloquently than I ever could, but you've got yourself a real humdinger here!

Margaret said...

it does not bother me
maneuvering these curves
when i am the one driving

... travelled VA quite a bit this past summer... and even though I was driving, their were moments my stomach hit the floor... How did you wife feel? ha ha

Yousei Hime said...

Thanks for your read of my surrealist inspired poem. I'm so glad you mentioned the gods. As I wrote and looked at the image, the concept of a female Prometheus kept haunting the edges of my thoughts. As you probably noticed, I ignored it, but maybe I'll take it out for a stroll when I revisit this poem. Thanks so much for the comment. Can't say I enjoyed your winding road poem (blech), but I do love your writing.

Anonymous said...

A nice capture here. There's a lot of movement between first and last. I enjoyed the trip...

Steve King said...

Brian,

The "anonymous" above was me...to quick on the publish button.

Tom said...

yeah--love the views but the roads twist my stomach like a pretzel.

~L said...

Holy cow... you have a lot a fans and sooo many comment... I see why!!! You are so talented and this poem had such a great flow!!!

ScottF said...

nice piece Brian, as always... I've become somewhat disconnected from creative writing for the time being. I hope to reconnect soon.

Zoe said...

i love the tone in this one - totally at odds with the picture, which builds the contrast nicely.

SueAnn said...

Totally sounds like a camping trip I took once!
Ha!
Hugs
SueAnn

lifeisaroadtrip said...

Oh my gosh I love this. Makes me want to take a hike or something. I hope your Holidays were very happy, Brian!

mo.stoneskin said...

Did you waste coffee? That is a waste. I'm disappointed.

joanna said...

never has motion sickness sounded so tranquil & poetic. :)

Carrie Burtt said...

I love the way you capture things from another thought provoking angle Brian! Hope you have a wonderful New Year!!! :-)

Myrna R. said...

Your poem stirs memories and thoughts of trips through mountains.

(Brian, I've been away from blogging for a while. Glad to resume and read your lovely writing once again. I've really missed those glimpses into your fascinating mind.)

Arron Shilling said...

jeez dude...it took me an hour to scroll down here... you is popular...and there is a reason for that...^^^....you da man...this is an excellent piece brian...spacing wording imagery...you nailed it to the wall bro! ;)

Celestial Dreamz said...

brilliant image ... reading your poem is always a learning experience ...

DCW said...

Your writing reminds me of the words of an English prof who counseled being concrete. Like a city, when you have poured enough concrete you have earned the right to move to artistic abstraction. Starting with too much abstraction, one risks losing the reader. Advice I still need to remember.

Finally said...

This poem really resonates with me. When I read it, I recalled my conflicting thoughts about going home for the holidays. It's always a mixture of longing and aversion.

Tifiny said...

what a fulfilling journey home..

love this one so very much, my favorite ever since I know this blog:

perfect imagery, mood, phrases, plot, information, wit, and experience...

Grin BIG when you read this,
Giggles!!!!!!!!!!

Charles Elliott/Beautyseer said...

This one reminded me of my childhood family trips. My father drove us all over the Southwest, stopping at every roadside historical marker. My mother got carsick on every trip. When we arrived somewhere she sat by the pool with a book while the rest of us explored the rest of the nearby landscape. You certainly connected with a commonality of experience. Next time, take bottled water to drink -- or rinse your mouth!

Andrew Kreider said...

Love it when the title tells part of the story. Vivid imagery, and so well told. Thanks!

yellowhousecafe said...

ha! This one I had to read twice, just wasn't tracking. Love it, made me think of all the driving I've done on two lanes in CO. I'm ALWAYS the driver(that driver), who leans the curves and uses one hand! Thanks for hosting; and a nice trip to 10000 vista...in my mind ~

Lady In Read said...

loved this line - a small patch of sun
starts atop the next peak
:) as always just wonderful and I sure do love such trips...

william said...

the picture and story is so relaxin, I dont want to leave lol...

C Hummel Kornell a/k/a C Hummel Wilson said...

Hey, Brian, I've spent a lot of early mornings heading into the mountains on this very same trip! You nailed this one. Well done.

susan m hinckley said...

I really enjoyed this, and particularly the way it did not evoke the feeling of the image at all -- such a nice surprise from this prompt. Loved the title too.

Steve Isaak said...

Enjoyed this a lot - exemplary work, as your stuff generally is. =)

Ed Pilolla said...

quite lovely. i slowed down for the second read and it was even better.

myheartslovesongs said...

brilliantly written, as always!