Tuesday, May 29, 2012

OpenLinkNight: 31 points, but only one

street art, Richmond, VA

it's Spring & the room is full
of the heady scent of fresh cut flowers
with the softest petals---

first reflections of the moon break
the window, write poetry along the arc
of your foot in delicate shadow creases-spoken word
contours read with my lips, braille, sighs to sole
& sun left salt, rough at points from miles walked, kiss
unraveled in whispers around ankles & long
stretch of Achilles

a metaphorical story of weakness,
but strength to one who knows kneads,
like hearts & clubs, playing cards with queens, betting
on the river, deck stacked (against me?), but i don't mind
losing this game
                           again & again

controlled flow HeARTbeAt~manicPulse, 31 points
in the bottom of the foot but one that, Mmm---

2/3 of the way between ball and heel, deep, Ah---
and another where the arrow pierced, Oh---
bite your lip & hold it in---

So, tell me who's the hustler here, if we both win?
They say gambling's the devil's game,
but i got enough in my pocket for one more hand
Ante in (oh yes) Ante in, the night (as we) is young

it's Spring and...

Time to gather once again for OpenLinkNight @ dVerse Poets - where we sling poems not stones, a rousing good time. Tonight, your host is a dear friend & partner is poeticrime, Claudia Schoenfeld, who will open the doors at 3 PM EST. See you then.

101 comments:

Rebecca S. said...

Never ever been first. I like the foot metaphor here.

Anyes said...

...kisses unraveled in whispers around ankles...what a program :-)

Chantel said...

Breathe, Chantel, just breathe...

Sometimes you make me smile, sometimes you make me hold my breath.

Kori Donahue said...

Love...so glad I had the chance to visit today. Kori xoxo

Daydreamertoo said...

Ahhhh...It's spring and a young mans thoughts turn to...
Very sensual... Lucky you two !!! :)

Annmarie Pipa said...

worth taking the chance.

Fred Rutherford said...

nice job. spring is upon us indeed. Love the street art too btw, that image of the rainbow going into the eyeball creatures head is great. Love the 31 points, but only one then the fractional parts of that one, the ball and heel and the arrow- great symbolism if I'm reading it right. Thanks

Steve E said...

Hey Brian--ONE or is it TWO shoes? I need to know.

Otherwise, Mr Keyboard, I love the second group of thoughts, happenings. Well, rather, I love the descriptives.

A walkathon down Naples beach? And back? Oh yesss...back home again.

"PUT on your SHOE, John!"

Claudia said...

you may be held responsible for the melting of the poles by writing such hot poetry...just saying..smiles..love the playfulness, tenderness and creativity...and need one or two ice cubes in my drink now to cool down again..smiles

Pat Hatt said...

Spring has sprung
Don't pop a lung
As you get to those 31 points
And move and twist about some joints..haha
Gambling may be the devils game
But when you win it makes things far less tame

Sue said...

Awwwww.

Like honey.

=)

Tara Miller said...

Very steamy and sensual today with your whispers and your touch...I love it! (I also love YOU and your foot massages) ;)

hedgewitch said...

A lyrical journey through the heart-land on foot, each toe tingling. There's a downbeat behind this that won't quit, too. Way to make the metaphor go the extra mile, bri.

ayala said...

Sensual and sweet :)

Mama Zen said...

Oh, that second stanza is exquisite!

Evelyn said...

"but strength to one who knows kneads,
like hearts & clubs, playing cards with queens"
great rhythm to this one...love the card metaphor.

Anthony Desmond said...

wicked trip of poetry on foot... heheh esp liked the 2nd stanza

mrs mediocrity said...

big smile... everyone's got the fever, a little, and i love this
"So, tell me who's the hustler here, if we both win?" always give and take, take and give... nice

Alex Dissing said...

I love that opening stanza, really sets the scene. Your work always has a great flow to it but this one was even more so. "... A metaphorical story of weakness, but strength to one who knows kneads, like hearts & clubs, playing cards with queens..." ... lines like that simply slide off the tongue. Once again, nice write, Brian.

Anna Montgomery said...

Here I was eating jalapenos and had to momentarily refrain (couldn't take all that heat at once). Smooth, intimate, engaging, and full of fascinating allusions. I also love the street art pictures if I haven't said so before.

dulce ♥ said...

Love it Brian!

PamRosy_p said...

"first reflections of the moon break
the window, write poetry along the arc
of your foot in delicate shadow creases-spoken word" - my favourite lines ... such good phrasing and very emotive to read. I quite got lost inside this piece for a while. Love that. Pam

happygirl said...

I like dancing and poker. I like the romantic prose. :)

Robert Gibson said...

first reflections of the moon break
the window, write poetry along the arc
of your foot in delicate shadow creases-spoken word
contours read with my lips, braille, sighs to sole
& sun left salt, rough at points from miles walked, kiss
unraveled in whispers around ankles & long
stretch of Achilles..

The whole walking through on foot metaphor is sooo cool man! Love this piece!

Steve King said...

Your language is so inventive and facile and sensual. These lines blew by much too quickly. Nice work.

Beachanny said...

In just spring and a young man's fancy turns to feet - well not exactly - certainly no fetish here, just a sensual love song. Very fine.

Louise said...

Ahh...lovely, tender write.."So, tell me who's the hustler here, if we both win?" ...nice that :)

Sue Judd said...

Love it! Very sensual, engaging.

chris said...

Lovely, lighthearted, playful, sensual...a romantic reflexologist gambles in love... *smiles*
may your deck be always stacked in your favour, Brian.

Jody Costa said...

all about the second stanza! bam!! love it~

Anonymous said...

Gorgeous, Brian! Love the whole piece, but this stood out...

sun left salt, rough at points from miles walked, kiss
unraveled in whispers around ankles & long
stretch of Achilles

anything that whispers around ankles is ok by me...: ))
-Eva Von Pelt

Joanne Elliott said...

It is spring with the fecund summer moving in fast.

Breath taking work!

Great sound in this...and mystery.

Vernon Wildy, Jr said...

I like how you mixed in the gambling with all of this. A different view of spring.

Miss Laura A. Day said...

Always flowing...always a vision as I read...always enjoyable. :)

Cindee Snider Re said...

I had no idea you were talking about cards till midway through! Here I thought perhaps it was water -- waves lapping sand, but no! You surprise again, and I love it!!

Laura said...

"first reflections of the moon break
the window, write poetry along the arc
of your foot in delicate shadow creases" gorgeous imagery Brian!

farmlady said...

Love this... and we wonder why woman love to have their feet rubbed.
Spring is afoot... and we should go bareFOOT all summer.

Marbles in My Pocket said...

Fantastic vividness in this, Brian. Could see somebody grinning the whole time. But then, maybe that was me. Nice one, my man!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/05/29/dreaming-downhill/

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

write poetry along the arc
of your foot in delicate shadow creases-spoken word
contours read with my lips, braille, sighs to sole
& sun


What great flow to this piece--just a sensual delight !

Arjan Tupan said...

Wow. Great point: all parties win in love. At least, that's what I take of it.

Now, I'm going to see my better half and go all-in to 'lose' :)

poemsofhateandhope.com said...

the parts about the moon writing poetry as it glances across that delicate foot is exceptional...this was a real romantic, sensual write...not 'lovey dovey' or anything like that...but just REAL...and very masculine...this has a real male perspective (in a really really good way!)

'I don't mind losing this game again and again'- neither do i

Anne Katherine said...

I love the beginning of this, as many people have already said. And the build up to the end where I just wanted to say....walk away...but know that's not possible....it's spring and it's inevitable!

Arron Shilling said...

Always uping the Ante Brian! :D

unraveled in whispers around ankles & long
stretch of Achilles

this has a strong physical contrast;
enough to soothe and wince in unison :D

DJan said...

Very sensual, Brian. And to have the recipient post a comment... nice! :-)

Heaven said...

I like writing poetry along the arc of the foot, and yes the night is always young in spring ~

Love the heartbeat flow ~

Lady Nyo said...

Extremely erotic...in the finest sense...but then again, poetry is in the mind of the beholder...and this is what my mind says to me reading your poem...

...which is delightful.

Lady Nyo

Goofball said...

A room with heavy smell of flowers can actually make it hard on me to concentrate....seems like you kept losing your concentration too :)

or is heady smell actually a word?

Natasha Head said...

Ante UP, poet! I just hope your words weren't placing a bet that made the dealer fold....oh my word(s)...one day I might be able to write this way...your an inspiration...writing of love in such a way that you maintain your cool...yet leave your readers swooning!Awesome! Always!

Betsy Brock said...

Ah, nice...didn't know whether to hold my breath, giggle or both. haha.

CiCi said...

Rich with intimacy and secret smiles, and some kneading too. Great writing.

@ami said...

I would trust you with my feet. ;-) Lovely work in this.

{ami}
http://sundrysumthins.wordpress.com/

sharonlee said...

Wonderful imagry... great ambiance

Joan Barrett Roberts said...

your words felt like a romantic song and a playful intimate nudge -- let's play cards!! :)

Matt said...

Matches perfectly with the spring theme, great stuff as usual Brian!

Hannah said...

"write poetry along the arc
of your foot in delicate shadow creases-spoken word
contours read with my lips"

Oh, fer sure there's such magic in the simple but sensual and healing foot-rub!

Great writing, Brian!!

Magpie said...

So glad this headed in a different direction than the 31 Baskin Robbins flavors I was thinking. :)

rosemary mint said...

This is beautiful: "write poetry along the arc of your foot in delicate shadow"

Ginny Brannan said...

"...but strength to one who knows kneads,"

Love the clever word play, Brian! Said it before but will say it again--your wife is one lucky woman!! :-)

Quotes,Photos and a little Poetry said...

Brain, your just following with metaphors in this poem. As far as rolling the dice for this one. your a winner.

jane hewey said...

i enjoy the playing card metaphor. something that i never would have thought of til now- it seems you have expanded the world with this one, very beautifully written poem.
~jane

Christopher Reilley said...

This puts in mind of a lazy Sunday afternoon, rubbing my wife's feet, and the playful push and pull where there is nothing but winners. This was as warm and sweet as fresh cinnamon toast.

Charles Elliott/Beautyseer said...

Why yes -- spring is afoot!

Hold 'em and fold 'em!

31 / Scat / Ride the Bus / Blitz?

Maybe Cribbage?

Becky Sain said...

Really like this Brian... it's mysterious, like holding hands under the table.
Always great over here!

zongrik said...

"who's the hustler if we both win" makes me think of "win win" scenario (see "7 habits for highly successful people" by Covey

Alice Audrey said...

Add in an image about a farmer, and I totally get you about the gambles of spring.

Daniel said...

Sweet brother, and altogether lovely. Thanks.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Wonderful fun - an unusual springtime frolic. Well written, brother.

Frank Watson said...

They should change the saying from "my home is my castle" to "my home is my casino" :P Sweet, loving metaphorical poem

adan said...

nice bouncy sauntering rhythm, then,

"So, tell me who's the hustler here, if we both win?"

oh yea ;-) nicely done brian ;-)

Barbara Shallue said...

the moon writing poetry on the arc of your foot... love it! You truly capture youth in this one!

Mary said...

Enjoyed this! So much in life is a gamble. Cut the cards, deal a hand, and play the one you get as well as you can. If the deck is stacked, I don't want to know it!

Modern Day Disciple said...

Blushing...had to read twice...then Bam!

Sahm Ataine King - The Ark One said...

Brilliant piece of work, sir. Is this Devil's game, isn't it?

Steve Piper said...

Oh, this is the good stuff, all right: "...write poetry along the arc
of your foot in delicate shadow creases-spoken word
contours read with my lips, braille,..."
What an awesome poem this is! You rock.

manicddaily said...

Don't need to make a bet on it sounding nice. k. (New way of playing footsie.)

manicddaily said...

Don't need to make a bet on it sounding nice. k. (New way of playing footsie.)

Stephanie said...

Sigh...it's spring

Sharp Little Pencil said...

Sly, sexy, love the "game of cards." Yummy. Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/05/29/singing-standards-dverse-with-song/

1emeraldcity said...

Everybody wins in this gamble/gambol...I could use a cold shower now.. Great write...tender and sexy.:))

Ravenblack said...

Sensual and suggestive. :) It does make me sigh.

Dave King said...

contours read with my lips, braille, sighs to sole
& sun left salt, rough at points from miles walked, kiss
unraveled in whispers

Very evocative, as is the whole poem. A real joy to read.

kaykuala said...

"So, tell me who's the hustler here, if we both win?"

Yes,can such a thing be told. There can be 2 winners but who's the sucker then? It's a lingering thought,Brian! Sets one thinking!

Hank

SueAnn Lommler said...

I love watching/hearing the way you work the words to create space and play with emotions.
The mere physicality of your pieces thrill and amaze!
Hugs
SueAnn

Valerie said...

'write poetry along the arc
of your foot'

OMG how poetically romantic you are, Brian.

irene said...

Yea some cool hustling goin on.

the walking man said...

Man if you're losing beat feet away from that game...

Lorraine said...

A Spring Fever like never before you are a Master and I bow

Rachel Hoyt said...

Love all the heel metaphors here. Many smiles. :)

K McGee said...

Sensual with a touch of guilty pleasure. This one has me all over the place. Great job!

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Lovely stuff Brian - particularly taken with the second stanza - lovely full-of-feelings flow...

Anna :o]

joanna said...

holy hell that was hot, brian. has the sticky sultriness of the weather got to you too? *smiles* betting on the river, eh? know a little bit about that feeling, m'self...

Victoria said...

This is so finely sensual. Stunning, Brian.

wood said...

"a metaphorical story of weakness,
but strength to one who knows kneads,
like hearts & clubs, playing cards with queens, betting
on the river, deck stacked (against me?), but i don't mind
losing this game
again & again"

great stanza, great sounds, has a massaging effect on my mind as i read it out loud... and the whole poem follows suite, sort of speak. always enjoy reading your work brian

Laurie Kolp said...

So vivid and creative, Brian. Love the cards!

henry clemmons said...

Yes the giver receiveth. Sometimes there are times when losing is worth the effort.

skyraft said...

Great write, with so many lines to like. The 2nd stanza is something special.

Excellent work here.

Aidz Giannini said...

Yup Im salivating at this one Brian..... delicious

Shawn said...

That is a steamy game of cards you play. The art work was perfect for this piece. Loved how you incorporated the smell of flowers with with softest petals...that will wake the soul up for sure. Nicely done :)

Zuzana said...

Yes, all we kindred romantics get this one.;)
xoxo

Olivia said...

They say gambling's the devil's game...

I am definitely one :)
I just couldn't hold myself back... the words whipped up a certain feel in me like I watching a 1970s las Vegas game plot!

Hugs xoxo

Heather said...

ah yes....spring brings romance - LOVE this