Monday, April 9, 2012

Dragons & other things we forget

my son, in night vision goggles

They are all extinct.

The animals I grew up with, gone, except in memory, mostly. Every once in a while you may catch a glimpse out the corner of your eye. Most times dismissed as something else.

I once slept in the belly of a dragon for a week. It's darkness comforting me as I nested in the blankets and pillows that usually adorned my bed. I brought along my mother's button jar. The one that sat upon the piano where my sister learned to play, another in the succession of generations of players to play it.

Separating the buttons into piles, I created solar systems. Planets of all sizes and colors. Some solid in color, some swirled, most round and all had one thing in common. Holes. Holes for things to slip through, like the thread that once held them in place.

The dragon left on trash day, loaded into the maw of the garbage truck. I heard it squeal as the great compacting arm pressed it into an abundance of dirty plastic bags bulging with others refuse, then a loud bang as if it were trying to escape.

I dream it did.

On it's side was tattooed an address to somewhere in Ohio. A warehouse for appliances. One day I will travel there, where I imagine him sitting at a table in the back room. Perhaps gathered with others, waiting for me to arrive.

written for no one in particular other than myself. smiles. Hope you had a lovely weekend and happy Monday.

74 comments:

MorningAJ said...

You might have noticed on my blog that I still have dragons living in my house. I never gave them up. Glad you didn't either.

chromapoesy.com said...

There are so many wonderful details here, the maw of the truck, the buttons, and the address on the side. Great to think that you might one day meet the dragon again, a marvelous childhood capture.

ds said...

Oh, sad, the loss of childhood. Less so, if you can remember it with such clarity. Love the details--I spent hours playing with my grandmother's button box as a kid, endlessly fascinating, as you show. Your dragon will be back (not so far away, methinks). Thank you.

janaki nagaraj said...

Touching...sad that we lose our favorite toys. The toys we outgrew but miss when we grow up. Nice.

flaubert said...

Brian, I love this! The dragon, the buttons, and all the references they contain in this wonderful piece of writing. Nice to see another dragon lover.
Hope your weekend was great!

Pamela

Sue said...

Such a touching slice of your childhood.
It made me think of my boys and their "My Pet Monsters."

Thanks for the memories.

=)

Sub-Radar-Mike said...

Lots of sentimental nostalgia in this one, well done Brian.

Magpie said...

I love this! My daughter still talks about all the castles and caves built with "dragon" materials. :)
The line - "most round and all had one thing in common. Holes. Holes for things to slip through, like the thread that once held them in place." I love that idea.

Harnett-Hargrove said...

Get back to that warehouse and do some archeology! -J

Wander said...

Brian, thank you for the very good memory!

Wander

Mama Zen said...

I love this, Brian!

william said...

hi friend, sorry for the looong delay, just been very busy, dragons play a huge part in our childhood and will never be forgotten :)

Stranger said...

Mine were caves and castles. I never thought to seek a dragon in which to sleep. I love your imagination sir. Good stuff.

Pat Hatt said...

Such a fun filled memory indeed
Today at your feed
Dragons were always about my bay too
Some were scary so were chased away but the ones who were true
Childhood is the best
But being an adult doesn't mean you have to lose the zest

The Empress said...

When I read this, I wonder, do you tell your boys about you as a little kid?

I think of how they'd enjoy what you thought, and what you imagined.

And that you were once like them.

Daydreamertoo said...

Awww... but dragons do still exist, you just have to see how far down the eons they have traveled with we humans to know. We just are too busy surving in the rat race to 'dream' them into being anymore.
What a lovely journey through a tiny piece of your memories.
Precious.

Wolfsrosebud said...

loved what you did with the buttons... have one myself, as mother did... never made the solar system with them... is a dragon's belly nicer than a whale... perhaps, Jonah will know

manicddaily said...

Ha. Things that get through the holes! K.

manicddaily said...

Ha. Things that get through the holes! K.

^.^ said...

Never forget your dragons ... Brians ... they can come in handy at times ... fire spitting and spell and all ... Healing Fire Spittings and healing spells, that is ... Hope you believe me,Bian, hate to lose you as one more weirdo lost ... Love, cat.

Claudia said...

oh nice...i bet it escaped and is waiting for you in that warehouse in ohio..and that it is still dreaming about the great time it had with you...love that you built solar systems with the buttons...we used to built spaceships in the sand box...smiles

hedgewitch said...

Always nice to just rip one off for yourself, and this one is fun, sad, and impossible not to read, even by those like me whose attention span for online prose is about three sentences. Dragons live forever man--or so I've heard. They certainly do here, anyway.

Brian Miller said...

haha cat...no i will stay a weirdo...smiles.

Yousei Hime said...

How many times I've mourned the passing of that faith in magical. UI hate growing up.

Daniel said...

Sometimes these pieces to ourselves are the most satisfying.

Heidi said...

I still swim with Mermaids.

Ryan Taylor said...

beautiful

Ed Pilolla said...

fantastical. the dragon image was filling, and then the jar of buttons becoming constellations made it more magical. i was reminded of jonah in the belly of the whale. i am no biblical scholar at all, but my understanding is that this is a symbol for becoming something more when we emerge from the darkness. great write.

Betsy said...

Ohio? haha...oh, don't worry...it ended up here at my zoo. I'm taking great care of it and will send it back to you if you want. :)

Jenny Woolf said...

Nice piece. It reminds me of the stories I used to spin about the button box too. I don't think people can have such interesting buttons these days. It was a real box full of magic.

Natasha Head said...

Brian...I know where your dragon is, and if you know the magic word I'll share my secret...off to build a solar system :)

Fred Rutherford said...

nice thought here. Very nice ending. Love the Dragon metaphor--as I'm sure you know, I would totally have a dragon for a pet if I could ever find one-Nice write. Thanks

Laurie Kolp said...

I really enjoyed this, Brian. You should go find that dragon... it's just beyond your reach.

Love the memories of planet buttons and the piano in the setting again... nice touches.

Tabor said...

You must have been some special little boy. What fun watching you grow up everyone had!

Pauline said...

How cool is that - sleeping with a button jar in the belly of a dragon. I'm glad you know the animals of your childhood are still around - and hope you get to glimpse them often (if only so you can write poems about them!).

Mary said...

Yes, children have such vivid imaginations. I hope today's children, in the land of video games, do as well..but I don't know that many of today's children would invent dragons or use buttons to create solar systems. I did enjoy your reminiscing, Brian, which made me do some of my own. Nice write.

Goat said...

Exquisite images woven together. The piano, the button jar these feel like images that may return to fill in a bigger story.....

^.^ said...

Love you , Brian ... Weirdo me or Weirdo you ... At least: We Are Weirdos ... Ha! Love, cat.

Myrna R. said...

It's wonderful to write for no one in particular. It's enough to enjoy it yourself. But, I enjoyed it too, and I'm sure the others who read it. Thanks for a glimpse into the seeds of your imaginative self.

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

"The animals I grew up with, gone, except in memory, mostly. Every once in a while you may catch a glimpse out the corner of your eye. Most times dismissed as something else."

Hi! Brian...
What a very well-written, thought-provoking poem that bring back memories Of child-hood...and the "pain-headache" we experience like "Wendy"[and letting go Of...] too bad we can't remain Peter Pan [ish].

[Nice image Of your son in Night Goggles...The light in the photograph is almost blinding I can just imagine in real life.]
Tks, for sharing!
deedee ;-D

Eva Gallant said...

It's a shame that few kids today have that kind of imagination! They are so dependent on TV and video games, they would never see solar systems in a button jar! Very nice!

ayala said...

A great write, Brian :) just awesome !

Grace said...

I feel like sometimes just writing for myself too ~

What I got from your post is a lively imagination of the child and his or her world of dragons and solar systems. As adults we forget such vivid dreams and creatures, leaving them for children to dream. But every one in a while, a trip or journey makes us long for those magical days ~

Just wanted to let you know I appreciate your support to my blogs..specially with my blogoversary post.

Cheers ~

Whosyergurl said...

Brian,
I bet you have crazy dreams, don't you? You know how I know? I do, too! Cheryl

Whosyergurl said...

Brian,
I bet you have crazy dreams, don't you? You know how I know? I do, too! Cheryl

RD said...

hey buddy...had some down time, slowly movin' again...here's a dragon not to be slayed

Peace

turtlememoir said...

aw, this is sweet - playful, creative... I love it, and do hope you find that dragon again some day :)

Slamdunk said...

I can certainly relate to this one Brian.

And, nothing wrong with writing just for oneself--it may seem that way initially, but a the topic may certainly strike a reader at just the right time. One never knows.

mrs mediocrity said...

oh, this made me smile... i had my own button jar... still do actually, and when i was very young i had a recurring dream about a dragon that was always in my neighbor's back yard.

i'm certain that he is there, waiting for you. :)

Katherine Krige said...

I am sure he will be there waiting whenever you want to return. Until then, the boys will battle him for you. :)

Jackie Jordan said...

Truthfully, I believe in dragons, not just in dreams. Also, I committed a sin the other day - I killed something. A possum fell into an open garbage can. When I saw it playing dead I tried to set it free but it just lay there, and I got the shivers - how nasty. I had a choice, and I don't know - no - I know it was the wrong choice. I left it in the can and placed it by the street. What a way to go, smashed in a garbage truck. Hopefully, the garbage man had more mercy than I did ...

Hilary said...

We all have those fond childhood memories. Boys dream of dragons.. you and Little Jackie Paper. :)

Syd said...

I miss those days when there were all kinds of imaginary things. I still imagine but in a more practical way these days.

PattiKen said...

I love this. I've really missed this side of your writing. Please don't wait so long to do it again.

BragonDorn said...

I own a dragon. But it is a secret Dragon so don't tell anyone.

Victoria said...

You really catch the magic of childhood here - the way it was for me sixty something years ago and for my three yearold grandson today. I grew up with my grnadma's button box. He still has it. And box dragons do escape garbage trucks. This is just so beautiful.

Valerie said...

Love this so much, Brian. Oh boy, does it take me back. And forward ... for I still have my mother's button box. I add to it all the time but my childish imagination left long ago. Must try for a resurrection.

Ravenblack said...

Like this one a lot. :) Like days where one's imagination was strong. Thanks for posting even though you wrote it for yourself. :D

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Love this Brian - memories of childhood are often magical.

Anna :o]

SueAnn Lommler said...

You dreamed of dragon and me it was white horses and a prince coming for me. Oh and we mustn't forget the monster that lived under the bed and in the closet!! Yikes
Hugs
SueAnn

Jess Mistress of Mischief said...

awesome! That is how my whole childhood used to be. The stories and wonderful worlds I lived in.

Secret Agent Woman said...

Just catching up on the last several posts.

I have memories, too, of the sorts of adventures you describe - our minds are so fertile when we are young.

Hope you had a wonderful Easter!

Jill from Killeny Glen said...

I do not like dragons being SQUISHED by garbage trucks. Gotta hurt no matter HOW MIGHTY the dragon.

Heather said...

oh no - the exact reason i hate throwing stuffed animals out....who knows what might happen to them...
I am back with a lot of catching up to do!!!! Gotta grab a Bux first!
hope you and your family enjoyed Easter.

AmyLK said...

so lovely! I like it when you write for yourself. :) and the picture is SO bright!

DJan said...

Thank you for this, Brian. I do hope someday you are reunited with the dragon. :-)

Jyoti Mishra said...

there r so many things we leave behind..
sometimes we just sit and ponder and than we realize that how wonderful these things were..
though at that time they were just toys and props :)

lifeisaroadtrip said...

Well, I am so glad that your imagination never went into the garbage pile along with it!

Tara Miller said...

It's fun to see your world of imagination as a child.....I'm certain that's where Logan gets his from!!!!

Tino said...

A lighthearted read, but, with hint of truth about it when we think of how many creatures are now on the endangered species list.

Goofball said...

For months I had view from my office at a mommy dinosaur and a baby dinosaur knibbling the opposite building smaller and smaller.

Josh Hoyt said...

The good old days when dreams where reality and card board boxes where more than trash.

poeticlicensee said...

Such a childhood memory of dragons, buttons, garbage trucks and bed covers where dragons lived. Is it any wonder you are a poet? Thank you for "Dragons & other things we forget", as it is blatantly obvious you did not...

Okie said...

what a gorgeous post. I love the imagery and emotion of the nostalgia of childhood's imagination and fun.

Love it.