Thursday, July 19, 2012

55- Midnite Symphony & The Best of...

artwork @ the DAV
the house
              plays back-up
in creeks & cracks, clock ticks
steady humming
              A/C unit, sighs
out vents
       a faucet
          hiccup drips
window muffled cricket chirrups

all add depth, to the song
of your breathing
        peacefully sleeping

each chest rise stirs
       the air, sending molecules colliding
in thunderous claps

      encore
         encore

as my eyes close,
         enrapt

For my good friend G-man, a little 55 word action-tell a story in 55 words and come join the fun.


Over @ dVerse Poets today, we are winding down our anniversary week. We are looking back and each choosing our favorite poem written for one of the prompts from over the last year. Mine is from back in October. It was a fun piece to write and for me it is really about the desire to communicate and understand expectations.

I actually got a sit down by the pastor for this one because it was picked up by an adult mag and then my name tweeted out---evidently someone saw it...anyway, I thought the whole things kind of ironic. So for its encore performance:

I wish I was a sex phone operator

There are days I wish I was a phone sex operator---

I met one once and that cured me of ever feeling
the need to make that call because she was nothing
like any wet dream fantasy I ever had, so I know
I would qualify---

And when you'd call I'd know you wanted me
or what you wanted me to be and would tell me
in minute detail exactly what that was---

Super-size with fries on the side, some ex-boyfriend
you still think about but only when life at the house
becomes too much, how you wish your husband was
or was when you first met, long lost to too much
Monday Night Football beer---

"It's a gas tank for a love machine, baby!"

A-her, A-her, he laughs like Gomer Pyle, or perhaps
it's your daddy you want, to read a bedtime story,
a guy on the bus, your boss or some stranger whose
name is no longer important---

Maybe you just need someone to remind you once
more you are beautiful, a gardener, bare chested
in rubber boots with a long nosed water can to damp
your desert and plant deep the seed of meaning
in the womb mirror you look in each morning---

But don't confuse my motives as altruistic in answering
that phone, I'd pick up and in asking that initial question,
"What is it you want?", because it sometimes seems easier
to tell the anonymous than the intimate, at $4.99 a minute
it's far less than the cost of this silence---

gain understanding and feel like i might finally
stand a chance at delivering, because i'm just a man and

There are days I wish I was a phone sex operator.

92 comments:

ayala said...

First ;)

ayala said...

Thought I would join the race of being first... :) I love both poems. As the anniversary is winding down I just wanted to say thank you for all the effort and for your continued support to me and to all the poets that share our passion. :)

Monkey Man said...

the first poem is so tender, sexy....home.

the second, well I sometimes wish I had the money of a phone sex operator....you've heard my voice miller, not sure it could make me money....lol

Mary said...

Love your first poem. I can hear it, see it, feel it. Beautiful.

Interesting about your choice of favorites, Brian! I've seen a few lately that would have been my favorites, but I know that's not the point!! Kind of creepy about the adult mag.

Brian Miller said...

ha. i guess it kinda is...i have to wonder at those that read it in the mag if they really got it...and i figure if one did than maybe it was a win...smiles...

Wander said...

Brian both are good poems, and if I felt better I would say more:/

Myrna R. said...

I like the home symphony, the noise of silence.

And I'm glad you're not a sex phone operator. I Like this one too and sorry you got in trouble. It's kinda funny though.

Thanks for reading my inetrview at Poets United. What I said there is true about you. You've been a big influence in my life. I'm so grateful. Blessings to you and thanks too for all the work you put into Dverse.

Alice Audrey said...

Gosh, $4.99 is cheap! Beats trying to get a word in edge-wise at home.

Pat Hatt said...

LMAO oh to much fun
To have that spun
In the adult magazine
Although kind of bizarre and creepy instead of serene
And must be nice with the AC
Compared to before with no electricity

Tara Miller said...

I remember both of these! My favorite is the first and glad we don't have to listen to the drippy faucet anymore...haha! There is a stillness and quiet warmth within the nighttime noises plus I know I was probably snuggled up close to you. Smiles

Leovi said...

Yes, you're right, wonderful poem.

Jenny Woolf said...

I like them both. The second one for the thoughts and ideas, the first because you really do have a wondrous gift for evoking just a moment or two.

Helena said...

Beautiful poem on one......but
'it's a gas tank for a love machine, baby' slips in nicely and secures it's place at the tip....I mean top!

turtlememoir said...

love the first one especially, & i laughed at the pastor feeling he had to talk at ya about the other - sometimes they can't see past what will people think

so true, this:
"it sometimes seems easier
to tell the anonymous than the intimate, at $4.99 a minute
it's far less than the cost of this silence---"

happygirl said...

I heart the 55 and the personification of the house. I know my house has a heart and it breaths. It pulses with protection and when it gets hurt (by the big bad trees) it cries.

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

Hi! Brian...
I really enjoyed reading both Of your poem...
"55- Midnite Symphony & The Best of..."

I like your first poem because you captured quite imaginatively, the sounds Of Night-time when all is quiet in the world...[The sounds that probably, go UN-noticed during the day-time.]

You also did an excellent job...when it came to putting in words:"the desire to communicate and understand..."
in your second poem.

Tks, for sharing the image...too!
deedee ;)

Daniel said...

Two very different pieces here. As I know nothing about the topic of the second, I will just say that the first piece is more auditory than visual. I could picture the scene, but could actually hear it more clearly.

bodhirose said...

Really enjoyed your 55...it was quite audible..and sweet. And how interesting that your second poem got picked up by an adult mag...how does that happen...no, really I want to know!

jane hewey said...

I love your 55! I can feel the noises...really. quite beautifully done, so full of love and presence. It's kinda kismet for me to read the sex phone operator piece as I was just this morning wondering how one could maintain the kind of anonymity required with such a job and not depart from self.

jackiedick said...

I remember reading this and liked it, Brian. I just wanna hug you for your warmth and honesty. Still like it! Funny, poignant, very human. :)

Mama Zen said...

I am just howling at the thought of you getting a sit down with the pastor! I wish that I could have overheard that conversation!

John (@bookdreamer) said...

Shakes head, Pastor conversations - not in my world! Humid bitterness...

Katherine Krige said...

A talking to from the preacher! Hoo boy, that's never good! But worth a chuckle if taken in the right light.

Nice way to get your name in lights Brian. :) Don't forget to let me know when that book deal closes

chromapoesy.com said...

I think your accidental pick up probably made some of the people think and feel differently about their motives for reading the magazine. If it's all about dehumanization then what better balm than poetry to warm the icy heart and mind. I enjoyed them both very much and a great contrast between true and fallacious intimacy.

Heaven said...

I like the sounds of peace, lulling you to happy place ~

I was actually curious to what you will select for Best of....and yes, ironic that your pastor talked you about this. It's so far from the initial impression one gets from the title post ~

Happy day to you ~

Brandee Shafer said...

Love the first poem and how, just in paying attention, you're really celebrating the life of another person.

Polly said...

Both are special in different ways

Daydreamertoo said...

Awww I love the first poem.
The second had me giggling out loud. I can well imagine the pastor having a sit down talk with you ..haha

Rachel Hoyt said...

LOVE your '55'. I had never thought of the random sounds of the world as a symphony, but I like it! :)

Steve E said...

Phone sex: "SMOOTH OPERATOR"

Succinct is the name of 55-game. Always there has been another who hears the house 'talk'. Because I am 'out of it' in 2 minutes flat! Lucky me?

I'd actually like once to enjoy and experience the 'talking' house.

RMP said...

first let me say, what a positively beautiful symphony to escape into.

as for being a phone sex operator...my telephonophobia would prohibit me from finding a career in such a world, but i can see the appeal for the anonymous and the chance to "feel like i might finally
stand a chance at delivering."

Gloria said...

Nice :) Love especially the first!

A phone sex operator? ??LOL

G-Man said...

The sounds of Summer!!!
Great insight into everyday monotony.
Loved your 55
Drive carfully going to The Show Me State.
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End.
They have GREAT catfish in Mizoo!

Beachanny said...

Hot, and sexy...I'd say. Well to me that about sums you up! You're just about the hottest poet on the cyberplanet. And the most generous. Your sexy self must be overflowing with love because you give at work, you give at home, and you give to all of us online - for the joy of giving. I couldn't write a poem that would give an inkling of what it's like to know and serve with you. But sir it's an honor and both pieces you wrote today were tendered with love and care!

Ravenblack said...

Love the midnight symphony, the little sounds noticed in the quiet of night, all coming together.

I remember that Phone Sex operator poem. It's great to read it again. Amusing. :)

Susan said...

I would imagine that the sex phone operators--if not burnt out and cynical--could get some of the same satisfaction as a counselor--just saying. It is a fun poem. But "Midnight symphony" is your true gift--or true gift to others--because you help us hear and see and feel what being alive and living with love and security and passion is truly about. The sounds--far from being annoying (at this moment, at least)--
"all add depth, to the song
of your breathing
peacefully sleeping"
"thunderous claps"
"enrapt"
Life as such is awesome and it is possible.

Laurie Kolp said...

What a diverse pair of poems here, Brian ... I love the first one... And the second one... And everything you write. And how supportive you are... And that your mom made you eat lime beans because I know that's why. Thank you.

hiroshimem.com said...

Love that! I hadn't read this one, or rather these ones. Very amusing, yet going straight to the heart - what we wish from and regret of our relationships... In the first poem, I really like the "hiccup drips"... Very imaginative use of words and images to express sounds.

Secret Agent Woman said...

I totally don't get the whole phone sex concept (or computer sex). If it's not warm flash, I'm not interested.

Brian Miller said...

alright peoples...getting on the road to vacation...will check back in and return comments sometime tomorrow...from missouri....

mrs mediocrity said...

love this new once, the romance in real, everyday love is the best.

and i remember the phone sex poem, you made me giggle a little now with your story, oh my...

thank you so much for all you do at dverse, your generosity and spirit add so much to this world. have a wonderful vacation.

Magpie said...

I love your 55's. You wrap so much into that intense little package. I remember this poem...I guess I might see where someone who feels they have all the answers, might want to talk to you about it. :) But we know, no one has all the answers. Travel safely!

DJan said...

I enjoyed the 55 but the phone sex operator was very titillating...

Teresa said...

I love both poems, but they are such opposites. I love the intimacy of the first.

ds said...

Ah, you come at us from opposite poles. Interesting. The first is beautiful, simply. And the second is a witty look at an age-old difficulty (or so it seems to me): why it is easier to tell the "anonymous than the intimate". Just great stuff. Thank you.
Happy vacation!

Janna said...

In the 55, I like the part about the molecules colliding in thunderous claps.

In the 2nd one, I like how $4.99 a minute is less than the cost of the silence.
Poignant and sarcastic and silly all at the same time. Not sure if you meant it all three ways, but I still see it that way. :)

Thanks for another Friday 55!
Mine's here. :)

Glenn Buttkus said...

Both encore poetics def outstanding, but I like MIDNITE SYMPHONY for the sensitivity, the loving gentleness; the other SEX PHONE OPERATOR took me down mean streets and dripping alleys, with vermin scurrying, and that overwhelming smell of sex, the fish smell and the sweet semen, permeating my perceptions; good choices. You were the one that helped hook me on G-man's 55's.

Claudia said...

smiles..enjoyed the sex phone operator re-read and love the midnite symphony..the house playing back-up and all the night sounds mingling with the warmth of the breath..nice..the perfect background music to fall asleep to

Margaret said...

I can't imagine how ( if they actually read the poem) could be offended by it! A few words probably popped out at them and they ran away afraid to read it. E-gads. Loved the sweet 55-- the AC must be back :)

Chris Lawrence said...

Both brilliant bringing there sexual core out in different ways playful and seedy love it

flipside records said...

I love this: "the house
plays back-up
in creeks & cracks" ... (but I think you mean "creaks" ... unless you're listening to the water streaming out back behind your house)

That first poem is beautiful, especially the ending:
"molecules colliding
in thunderous claps
encore
encore
as my eyes close,
enrapt"

In the second poem, did you mean to invert the words "sex" and "phone" from the title to the first line?

Great line: "it's your daddy you want, to read a bedtime story,"

This is an excellent line break: "Maybe you just need someone to remind you once"

Superb description: "bare chested
in rubber boots with a long nosed water can to damp
your desert and plant deep the seed of meaning
in the womb mirror you look in each morning"

"at $4.99 a minute
it's far less than the cost of this silence" ... Nice.

I don't remember having read this piece before. I'm so glad you included the intro paragraph about your pastor. It IS ironic. He obviously didn't get the piece, nor did the "concerned reader" who ratted you out. This is an excellent poem.

manicddaily said...

HI Bri - I love your 55--very pretty - and the phone sex operator a lot of fun, and poignant too. My novel which is a silly/funny novel actually has a phone sex business in it, and the telephone operators not particularly wet-dreamy! But very matter-of-fact - yours seems quite responsive -- the laugh especially effective. k.

manicddaily said...

PS _ novel is Nose Dive. I meant to give you, should send - k.

flipside records said...

This is an examination of psychology, the avoidance of intimacy, the reason a sex industry exists at all ... I'm sorry to hear people are missing the point. It's quite clear.

˙·٠•●❤Sh@KiR@ ❤●•٠·˙ said...

My dearest Brian,

How I have missed reading your work!
You have gotten so much better, truly magical, your gift!

I love both , as both are sexy. Great job.

hugs
shakira


The Dinner

Crystal Jigsaw said...

Reading your first poem, Brian, made me think of paranormal activity, but that's typical of me, lol.

CJ x

JANU said...

The first one is tender. Well, I would like to be on the other end of the phone, if you were a phone sex operator! LOL..wicked!

Fred Rutherford said...

really nice 55 Brian, great tenderness here, and yeah that post was a good one, really funny about the pastor

MorningAJ said...

Oh Brian! I love that 55, but the second one made me cry. How many of us fail to communicate what we want for fear of hurting the other's feelings by pointing out that it's not what we're getting?

(I'm trying hard not to think about the bare-chested gardener now..........)

Valerie said...

Loved the first poem, Brian... the second one made me realise how past it I am.... grins.

Lorraine said...

I adored the first set...the second well, no way, I have this voice you see, it's not my fault but I've been told I have a voice "that could make me a million' and I said no thanks...yuk
no judgment buy tyuk still

DQPoetry said...

enjoyed that Brian and thanks for a good year!

Dave King said...

My preference would be for the first of these - though there was more than a tinge of interest in the second! Together they make a fab' post.

Annmarie Pipa said...

like the first one way better. I have never wanted to be a sex phone operator.

Victoria said...

Talk about contrast! There is such sensitive beauty in the first poem, high-lighted by the minute details you bring out...but there is such poignancy and understanding in the second one as well. I forget the exact words but the line about "maybe you just want someone to tell you your beautiful..." we aching. You show a deep compassion for people whose needs are being over-looked.

Have a wonderful,restful time away, Brian. Take some time for yourself, okay? Tomorrow I head up to the beach to check on my Mom before returning home. I'm so ready, but returning to chaos as we're having the interior of the house painted. Will have my post for Thu. up in draft today.

Apryl Gonzales Sweet said...

All I can say is wow! When I grow up, can I be you? I'm travel dizzy and a little jet lagged but I'm here. I love them both actually, the first a quiet whisper of what oneness is, and the second a raw reality that brings attention to the fact that we are as ever imperfect creatures. Thanks for posting these!

Eric (Bubba) Alder said...

If that pastor had read any of your other poems (like this 55) he probably would've known better than to 'have a talk' with you about that other piece. (You sinner you! LOL!)

JJ Roa Rodriguez said...

oh you are simply wonderful Sir Brian!

JJRod'z

Linc said...

Brilliant 55.
And the cost of silents in your "I wish I was" blew me away.
Bravo!

vivinfrance said...

The Midnite Symphony is gorgeous, full of great lines. On your second poem: pass. The pictures are better in my own head. :-D

adan said...

i wonder, if today, the phone sex operator would just be someone walking down the street, pushing a cart or baby carriage, on the way to the store, with a blue tooth wireless in her ear, weird huh? ;-)

esp liked these lines brian,

"a long nosed water can to damp
your desert and plant deep the seed of meaning
in the womb mirror you look in each morning---"

happy encore for one year, and many more to go!

Andrew Kreider said...

the sex phone operator piece is an absolute peach! You get at questions of intimacy in such an engaging way - I find this isn't just a poem about phone sex (obviously), but about us all. Bravo. Have loved reading your work week by week - thanks for being part of my world at dVerse!

Chic-Cherrie said...

You have just put some robes on the sex chatline operator.. I like it.

Chazinator said...

Spike Lee has a great film about a female sex phone operator. I never thought of it working the other way around, though, and I think your rendition here would get you the part, hands down. The great part of this is that it brings to light the emptiness of so many lives, the crushed desires, unfulfilled, longing seeking some hero to fulfill them. That emptiness can never be filled, of course, by anything and often the satisfaction of the craving often increases the desire in unhealthier ways. I think one's pastor should be aware of these things, not shunning or wishing to cover them up. There's much in your poem that reflects the common sinfulness of humans, their mortal, broken condition, and wishing that they'd not be that way is unrealistic if not wishful thinking. Great stuff Brian.

hollyannegetspoetic said...

Ooooh, I love both of these!
The first one giving the constant noise of the silence in the house so exquisitely and the second... well, joking aside, you raise some serious points about hte way men and women communicate (or don't). Lovely.

Someone is Special said...

I love your first poem a lot! beautiful!!!

Nara Malone said...

Loved them both, Brian. Yhe first so beautiful and romantic, especially liked your use of sound. The second really made me think. Why am I surprised there are sex phone operators for women. Just never occured to me. Nad I'm copletely baffled that it got you a talking to from the pastor, cuz it's really about so many other things.

Joyce Lansky said...

Good job telling a story in few words.

http://joycelansky.blogspot.com

Melissa Bickel said...

Brian,

Your 55 has a sort of bluesy hip beat to it. I love the night sounds all captured in the serenade of the night, even the breathe of the one next to us.

Loved this.

Melissa Bickel said...

Brian,

Your 55 has a sort of bluesy hip beat to it. I love the night sounds all captured in the serenade of the night, even the breathe of the one next to us.

Loved this.

Susan Daniels said...

Love these both, Brian. I am just imagining the sit-down with the pastor...

There is such a sad tenderness in the second poem.

KB said...

Love the first one especially.

Other Mary said...

Wow Brian - these are both wonderful, though in such very different ways. You're an amazingly, consistently talented poet. (ok, bad sentence, but you get the idea)

Marbles in My Pocket said...

A sit down with the pastor... seems like there's a poem in that, too. Love 'em both, Brian. Always enjoy what you write!

Annette said...

I love the sounds you evoke in the first piece.. And thanks for your comment on my homeless poem.

kolembo said...

hey Brian, it's beautiful. I read it with a smile. And then the smile faded...and I was talking to a man. Straight up, face to face, talking to a man's heart and hearing him say that he wishes he were a '...bear chested gardener...', a handsome, relevant being. Very tender, very nice. Good stuff.

lifeisaroadtrip said...

Bravo! it's a double your pleasure kind of post at Waystation One today! Enjoy your much needed vacation!

Ann (bunnygirl) said...

I enjoyed both of these, but especially the second. You gave me a very good laugh!

william said...

great expression, "home symphony" :)

Mystic_Mom said...

Brian - the first was good, the calling out made me smile. Really? Wow...then you give us the second treasure. And it is all wow.

Lydia said...

First poem = very nice indeed.

The Best of = No wonder you selected it as your favorite for the year. It's brilliant and I find it extremely romantic and caring. As for you having "got a sit down by the pastor for this one"...reading that just made my blood boil. How can you subject yourself to such people, Brian? He doesn't deserve the time of day, let alone any of your time and certainly none of your explanations.

Syd said...

No need to explain yourself here. And those who question others based on their fears are not worthy of your time. You rock, dude.