Tuesday, June 12, 2012

OpenLinkNight: Statements&potential lies

Cole w/ personality

if we let him, my seven year old would
work all day---having figured out
weed eating means extra money,

money he spends on cards-adorned
with pictures of players that make millions
to toss a pigskin on Sundays-at the flea market,
where they go, each for a quarter,
or five for a dollar---on Saturdays,

we go, he holding my hand as we weave
the crowd, then lets me talk, because
i always work a better deal or get them
to throw in a few extra---

'You either become a hero, or stick around
long enough to become a villain,' a line from
Batman, runs through my mind, as i sit
on the couch, he cuddling in the crook
of my arm, the binder behind him, full of
free-of-fingerprints cards, safely contained
in their plastic sleeves, ---

his hair smells of summer & sweat,
grass & dirt---& my shirt bears the stains
of his touch, where his still small hand rests

I remind myself, there is no middle ground,
in that statement & potential lies
in all of us.

At dVerse Poets, it is OpenLinkNight---come one, come all...it is poetry at its finest. Your host this evening, it the inimitable Hedgewitch, who will open the doors at 3 pm EST. See you there.

121 comments:

Brian Miller said...

i will be catching up here in a bit...life has crunched with the audit i am going through and the computer was down the morning and...well its one of those weeks what can i say...smiles.

Sue said...

Hero, I'm thinking...

;)

Susan said...

You are a hero, truly. This is a wonderful tribute to fatherhood. I love the Batman reference, who would be out of costume in this setting. The cards are "safely contained" but not so the speaker or the son. Thank God for the "still small hand," which (like the still small voice of God) leaves its imprint!

AmyLK said...

I love those moments with the kids. You describe them so wonderfully!

Hope the audit is going well and is almost over!

Pat Hatt said...

The batman reference I caught right away
As I do with most movie stuff at my bay
And such a moment you wish surely will never pass
As he looks at his cards in mass
To bad they weren't worth a million bucks too
Like the overpaid weenies that make them come due..haha
Computer problems and an audit as well
That is some kind of hell

Mary said...

What a cool kid, Brian. Love one with ambition who has a goal for what his money will be used for! And he's smart enough to let his dad work a better deal. (And ya, you perfectly described the smell of my grandson's hair!)

Myrna R. said...

Clearly, you,re a hero in your son's life and even if his teen years may someday cloud his admiration, he'll return to his origins of respect and love for you in early adulthood. So stick around for the ride.

He is so very cute.

Stephanie said...

His hair smells of summer and sweat..." Oh so many good memory making days ahead!

the walking man said...

You have no fear of villaindom for quite a few years yet my friend.

ayala said...

This reminds me of my older son and how he loved those cards...nice capture made me smile. I love his hair smelling like summer and sweat, grass and dirt...:)

Helen said...

This, dear Brian ... is poetry at its finest!!

kaykuala said...

Brian,
The kids are collecting similar cards of football stars which they placed in special albums. I can feel the fun you have with your boy! These are moments of sharing which not many can experience.

Hank

Gloria said...

Love this face so much :)lol

Gloria said...

I love you rote of course!:)

manicddaily said...

Very sweet poem - especially the couch and the walking and the smells - palpable.

I haven't gotten mine ready yet, but hope to have some time late!

K.

rosaria williams said...

I can see the two of you, on the couch, at the Swap Meet, talking and creating and dreaming alongside.
You caught very special moments here, B. Sweet and tender and infinitely beautiful with their tenderness. Happy Father's Day.

Travel & Dive Girl said...

Oh, how I wish I had those young moments back. Life was so much easier then - for the both of us.

Have a great day!

Magpie said...

Such a wonderful memory frozen in your words. I know that one day, he'll read them and smile knowing that you stayed a hero all the way.

Tara Miller said...

Your descriptions are always so vivid, my love. This one makes me want to snuggle up with my Cole Baby up and breathe in his special little boy smell. I see in their eyes the hero that you are to them, the love they have for you and the desire to make you proud. I love that you take that special time with each of them to make them feel special. <3

Matt said...

That's a good quote from a great movie. I definitely think you're the hero in his life. The football stars are heroes too but there's no bigger bond than parent and child.

TALON said...

Hope your week is steadily improving, Brian!

This brought back memories of my two sons when they were young and thought that millions lay neighborhood lawns...

Daydreamertoo said...

It's such magical moments as these, your son will remember his whole lifetime. That you bothered to take him and you did the bartering for him to get him a better deal. That you hugged him while he cherished his new cards for his all important collection. That you taught him that with hard work comes rewards for his efforts.
I don't ever say this very often (especially never have to a man) but, you sometimes make my heart melt with the depth of your love, not just for your family but, for humanity itself. Your compassion, caring and empathy...well, the world could do whit a whole lot more like you Brian and then maybe it wouldn't be in such a mess right now.
What a lovely, heart warming read hand print on your shirt included, and such a happy, cheeky face on your boy :)

Rebecca S. said...

What a cutie! I remember those card collecting days with my own two boys. They spent days hunched over their albums trading cars like they were GM's trading actual players. Oh, the stakes were high and I had to lay some ground rules. Now they are grown up and that superhero idolization of their dad is no longer. But love is stronger than even Ironman, so it's all good. Best of luck with the audit. Ugh.

Eva Gallant said...

Sounds like Batman and his sidekick Robin, cuddled up together on the couch! Heroes, both.

Lisa Golden said...

Joie de vivre. He has it.

Steve E said...

You, Sir, I am blessed to 'know'--a REAL HERO!

(And you van write, too--grin!)

Laurie Kolp said...

Oh, such a sweet capture. I am familiar with that little boy smell... cherish the time together.

poemblaze said...

Great, tender poem.

Bradley Howington said...

Oh such a sweet piece, Brian. A father and son, it gets me thinking about my father - love it, as always! ;)

Steve King said...

This is such a quiet, reflective piece...the idea of no middle ground is an interesting one, especially when goodness is balancing one end of the see-saw. Enjoyed this very much.

Mary Mansfield said...

A very sweet reminder to cherish those moments and appreciate our kids while we can, loved this!

Dulce said...

Hope your pc is fixed!
Hey Brian... whenever you touch these moments I just feel like crying inside- why!

You are such a father- cherished!

smiles back...

Betsy Brock said...

I miss that little boy smell of grass, dirt and sweat. It leaves about age 12 and then they need deodorant. lol.

Beachanny said...

Made me cry, Brian. Made me cry. Such times we cherish. Well written!

Timoteo said...

Seems the longer we stick around the more potential there is for us to become the villain LOL

Marbles in My Pocket said...

Awesome write, Brian. My oldest was the same way; say the words I'll pay you to____, and he didn't caare what the blank was filled with. If he could earn a dollar, he was IN!

Louise said...

*Smiles* What a cutie...cheeky face! Lovely poem to your son, Brian :)

Alex Dissing said...

Touching tribute, Brian. I still collect cards to this day, but it was even more intense of a hobby when I was younger. He sounds like a great kid, one to be proud of. Thank you for sharing the ins & outs of your life with us. We can all take something away from your work, always.

mrs mediocrity said...

Oh, how I miss those days... my son is 26 now, just moved out (for the second time) June 1st...
We still have boxes of baseball cards in the attic.

I have no doubt that you will become the hero.

This is such a thoughtful, touching slice of life (as always).

p.s. Ugh, sorry about the audit.

Jessica Kristie said...

Little people are awesome. A lovely ode to yours. :)

Alice Audrey said...

I'll bet the experience of earning the money, then getting what he wants with it will stand him in good stead in years to come.

jackie dick said...

There's no villain here, Brian. Your love for your son is so palpable...he feels it and you are his hero..For sure. A sweet and intimate portrait of father and son. Love it!

Christopher Reilley said...

A touching father and son moment, sharing those times will be as precious to him someday as they are to you today.

Vernon Wildy, Jr said...

The days of card collecting...I still have mine in the shed. Good stuff sharing a moment in time being a good Dad.

Orange UaPoet said...

true heroes today are good parents...obvious you know that...we know that...you're one of them...lucky boy you have there.

ND Mitchell said...

Great tribute to fatherhood. I'm sure you're a hero...

Old Ollie said...

A true poem of youth!

kolembo said...

ahhh...it's good. Warm.
You're a prodigious writer! How do you do it?
Anyway, I loved this so much - when the young one touches me with a moment I can hardly describe.

I never allow myself to do this but I wrote something looking at this - different.

Maybe you'll enjoy it as much as I did this!

http://kolembo.wordpress.com/2011/03/15/gorilla-at-the-fair/

Tina said...

One of my favorite things to do when YellowBoy and I cuddle on the couch on family movie night is to hold him close and rub my face on his buzz cut, newly showered hair. Not a better smell or feeling on the planet.
Tina @ Life is Good

Natasha Head said...

Keep breathing, Poet! Your words are fantastic despite the frantic time crunch and technology sabotage...you'll get through it...and once you've kept the bureaucracy happy we'll get to work on figuring out how to change it...and that way, perhaps more can have the time to spend with their sons this way, to make the effort to be the example...it could happen if the bread has already been won...right?

^.^ said...

OMG, B ... what a lovely read!!! Enjoy your boy(s) ... pretty soon they will be 13, then 16, then on their own ... then slowly coming back into your life with their concerns ... then you will slowly let them in on your own concerns ... that's when your real friendship with them begins ... Love, cat.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

From one Pop to another, Happy Father's Day - you're doing it right, as both a writer and a Dad. Loved this poem.

Anna Montgomery said...

This brought to mind so much this phase in my brother's life when he collected toys, cards, comic books, all in immaculate boxes or sleeves. I do think your a hero too and if you stay around longest you become the best ever, a loving parent.

PoppySilverUK said...

Fantastic! Childhood portrayed in a powerful manner, really emotively spun...so many lines I like within this piece love! Awesome write! :)

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

What a great piece about fatherhood and loving your kids! Loved this!

Joan Barrett Roberts said...

A great write & right on time for father's day ~ your writing is so natural ~ it flows seemlessly ~ such love is described between you & your son! These times are so very special & glad you take to make super memories!

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Linda Kruschke said...

Brian, This definitely made me smile. It reminded me of when my son was seven, and how we are still making memories now that he is seventeen. Peace, Linda

colleen said...

You paint a word picture that I can easily see, especially because my sons also collected cards (mostly baseball). A refreshing stop today.

vivinfrance said...

Such a loving, empathetic poem. I can picture it all.

Valerie V. said...

It's interesting to think about what card collection says about us. I used to collect baseball cards, then Marvel superhero cards, then Magic cards... Wish fulfillment? A drive to catalogue and capture and define? Who knows.

Andrew Kreider said...

So well said! How many parents end up running smack into the truth that we get to stick around long enough to be the villain... Great.

Heaven said...

I remember those times with my kids except they were crazy about basketball cards and wrestling jerseys. Cherish those times because they quickly grow up ~ Enjoyed this ~

aprille said...

Brian, you are so lucky... and so is he.
Lovely, lovely. Just the weed-EATING causes me some bother, unless we are talking spinach here.

BTW, your commenting leaves me in awe: you even picked out the addition to last week's effort, although I didn't mean it to be this week's.And then there are another 200 to visit. Homeric.

DJan said...

You took me right back in time to standing next to my own son, long long ago. And I could even smell what his head smelled like. Thank you. Brilliant...

Pam Rosep said...

Aww - times to treasure captured so well ... it's gone in a wisp so enjoy it all now. Love this. Pam
http://swansongsandprose.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/gust-of-heather.html

Marie Nicole said...

"my shirt bears the stains
of his touch, where his still small hand rests" this is the kind of thing that reminds me of all I missed out by not having children...

hedgewitch said...

You give us this moment, frame it, full of all the transitory impermanence of life, and all the value of it, complete and like a time capsule--you'll be able to read this in twenty years and smell the sun and sweat, I guarantee. This is fine work, brian.

chris said...

Hero, for sure! Not just for your son, but for all those other kids you help, and for the dVerse gang too. An audit, fatherly duties, work...and yet here you are with another poem for OLN and making the rounds as usual. Bravo! I'm buying you a tall, cold one at the pub tonight. :)

theborgpoet said...

A very nostalgic read. Well done.

henry clemmons said...

A very lovely write in a manly kind of way. Great expression and description of father and son and opportunity. Glad you rank as one of the good fathers. I enjoyed this.

Fred Rutherford said...

wonderful piece Brian. Definitely quality time personified, great detailing the emotions, subtle yet powerful. Perfect poem for Father's day.

libithina said...

that was such a treat Brian, loved that image of all his delicious summer smells all cupped up in your arm - hero worshipping his Dad as he sees how it's done bartering - precious memories here - lovely pic - thanks so much for sharing this - so loved it - Lib

黄清华 Wong Ching Wah said...

I know what you mean! I have a 9 year old and a 14 year old !

Daniel said...

Nice picture in this one. I can feel the relationship and wish at this time that my little one was by my side.

Beth Winter said...

No, there is no middle ground. Enjoy the hero status and protect it at all costs even if it means biting your tongue in two over and over. You are a fortunate man and your son is fortunate as well. Love the image.

Keep smiling. Audits only keep honest people stressed. The crooks couldn't care less.

Heather said...

love the smell of kids enveoped in summer and sweat
we gotta love our kids....good quality time, nothing beats it!
your a good dad!

Hilary said...

I love when you feature your kidlets. Your pride and love for them shines brightly.

farmlady said...

You will always be his hero... and sometimes the villain... but the two of you resting together on that couch, exchanging sweat and memories... Priceless.

Syd said...

Cool that you help him with his bargaining for cards. He looks like he has a lot of energy!

Dolly@Soulstops said...

love how you are creating such wonderful memories with Cole...keep being his hero...he sounds like a smart kid...blessings, Brian :))

Ginny Brannan said...

"his hair smells of summer & sweat, grass & dirt..."
Aw, the unique smells of a little boy! I love how you manage to capture even the simplest things and express them. Reminded me of my son when he was small like this.*Big smiles!* Thanks for bringing it all back to me!!

Anonymous said...

Good, good, good! Okay, lies in all of us, just gonna take that one on first, yes, but to the degrees is what matters. Christmas is a lie, Easter bunny, etc. you get my drift...this is from my own dad, "it's all lies" Little white lies, you look nice, you smell good, that's pretty, don't hurt, but things of importance, more than small talk, those lies sting forever, never can be undone.gardenlilie.

pandamoniumcat said...

Lovely poem, I really enjoyed,he's such a cute kid!

Claudia said...

good morning..smiles...love the pic..and love the slice of life you capture here for us..esp. the part with the hair smelling of summer & sweat, so much tender intimacy in this and great closure as well....finally made it back...flight was delayed so almost midnite until i got home and then just stayed offline...

Polly said...

Love the poem and the pic - please Brian, explain 'weed eating'? smiles

1MereMortal said...

A fine poem indeed.

Ravenblack said...

Wonderful and warm to read, Brian.

Father's day is coming. I wish a happy one to you. :)

Semaphore said...

Love the dual nature of that phrase "potential lies" - signifying either possible untruths, or latent capabilities. I read the poem through twice with both perspectives, and there is an interesting shift. Great work!

Cressida de Nova said...

Sweet.Trust and tenderness..nice memories to give a small boy.

Valerie said...

Echoing Myrna's words. She described my thoughts so well. In the words of the song 'Those were the days, my friend, we thought would never end..... I wish. Make the most of them, Brian.

RD said...

my Father was my hero...that's all

Thanks B

Ganesh Chella said...

Thanks for the information... I really love your blog posts... specially those on Helping Organisations

Annmarie Pipa said...

this is beautiful!! My favorite.
if he wants to trade...

Lorraine said...

Moderation is an invention of those who can't control anything, I'm all or nothing woman, right now I am nothing, but I love what youa wrote always
...in the past 2 weeks I've received calls from my service provider over an overpayment, them saying it's for the bank to do not them, I though Youppi anything that comes in I'll just tell the bank not to pay it...idiots after five calls, I told the person, It's been settled, and this I mean one more call, one more whisper and I'm changing my phone and internet to anyone but you. 'Yes ma'am and hung up I don't think I can take much more incompetencies and wastes of times and those stupid stupid withdrawals from my bills in case I eve need to call 911 and taxes on the money I have to pay in case I ever need 911 oh man there's a sign not far from where I live and I think it's the smartest thing I ever heard of couse it was taken down 'QUIT YOUR JOB'

dsnake1 said...

i have a daughter, and i know how you feel. (she still has those albums that stored her pokemon cards). i really enjoyed this lovely piece of work.

C Rose said...

this is wonderful Brian, the underscore of your connection in the observation is taking. My best to you my friend ~ Rose

JANU said...

Nice and cozy moments here...:-)

@ami said...

Just lovely. You paint the picture very clearly.

Lady Nyo said...

These times with your child are fleeting, Brian.
I have one son, only one child, and he is almost 25 in the Navy.

I remember those tender moments, but they were too few for now...and I wish I could have written poems about them....immortalize them in poetry.

Lovely stuff, Brian.

Lady Nyo

Geraldine said...

What a wonderful first read on my blog tour today. Loved it! Made me :<)

Karen Glenn said...

Wonderful image to remember of you and your son.

raivenne said...

So vivid, heartfelt, perfect.

Miss Laura A. Day said...

Always enjoy your words...wonderfully defined and placed.thank you once again!

Jody Costa said...

fabulous - a hero i deem you for this poem.

janehewey said...

tender and heart opening lovely. I have a 7 year old boy, also. they are one of the yummiest smells on earth. ~jane

Pat said...

I love this! nothing like the smell of kids having fun in the summer! cole is a cutie and I'm sure he worships his Dad - and vice versa!

Sharp Little Pencil said...

Brian, although I had a girl child, my two nephews were very much like this. Promise, walking promise of what was to come. Thanks for sharing "a day in the life" of your little guy. You're a great dad, you. Peace and football cards, Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/06/11/ugly/

missing moments said...

His hero, you are! Beautiful images!

adan said...

"there is no middle ground,
in that statement" -

stunningly moving brian, touched me truly, my best wishes for both of you

stu mcp (hate & hope) said...

What great perspectives....one from your son, one from you. I love the youthful energy from pulling weeds to earn pocket money and then you- the hero and at times villain I'm sure- love how this teases out that bond between father and son- this is actually full of very real emotion and love- excellent

Quotes,Photos and a little Poetry said...

Of course I love the last line. but, more than that Love the story between a son a his father, who he see's a hero. Bravo and tons of blessings for that.

ordinarylifelessordinary said...

Sorry I'm late! Lovely intimacy between father and soon, weaving through the crowds hand in hand, him sitting in the crook of your arm. Just lovely... and during an audit too, well done!

Chazinator said...

You are a great father, and your love for your son thru each word of this poem. His personality also shines thru so brightly. What a great guy he must be in real life if he comes thru in poetry so charmingly. Your poems always do their objects so justly, bringing to life what the Taoists call the chi of things and people. Really enjoyed this.

sheila said...

oh, he's too cute!! What a ham (nothing like his dad, I'm sure -haha). Hero or villian - those are hard fast lines to draw for such a complicated species. Making me think, though - which is a compliment because I'm pretty self-centered and don't like to think too much about other people's stuff (smiles.)

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I find this poignant ... as we can't know for sure when they're young how it will go for them. But a loving, comradely father is very good insurance!

Chris Lawrence said...

Says so much reflective and interesting, also hope you get back to full PC capacity

Zuzana said...

Beautiful contemplations of a father. And a beautiful moment in time depicted with honest words.;)
xoxo

Shawn said...

Being a father has subtle moments of greatness that we sometimes fail to see. Thanks for showing us.

beckykilsby said...

So much contained here Brian, imprinting, like sweat stains.. It's a gorgeous, but mindful portrait of potential..

SaraV said...

Ah yes the card delights and values of youth. My boyz lived for the Pokemon cards...This is a wonderful poem, ireally enjoyed it