Tuesday, July 24, 2012

OpenLinkNight: Notes on a postcard, sent back to the asylum

bug pic, Asheville, NC

There is no equation, just a rhythm
un-found, more experienced

In our breathing, the beating of hearts,
seasons - as we carve the cosmos in revolution
round the sun & moon movement
of the ocean, waves in recognition
heard from the depths of shells, birth
& death, applied to the dash
to get from one year to the next
in our epitaphs, draw the life line on your palm
with your finger

one, one thousand, two...

too fast to linger, the incessant hunger's
malicious whispers

     grab a fistful of dollars,
            put the pistol to your temple,
                                  puLL

kill ourselves & others, in the quest
to get ahead or catch up, trade five days for two
and an annual release if we're lucky, retirement
is a pipe-dream of previous generations, most
will never meet this side of the grave, and we believe
because its the way it has always been done,

an Xtinction Event
ever adding names to the guest list, unless
you listen, like thunder in the desert, i bear witness,
even he ended headless, now heed this

breathe-----long & slow
        now breathe---long & slow
                don't wait

no pause or vacation, but life styled
to the opening of flowers, dawn's kiss drenches
their lips, slow sips---i reject the Big Bang as a life
sentence, the ever expanding universe as we diminish,
we've been sold an As Seen on TV, get rich eventually
scheme that blinds us to reality & people
that matter---ponder the ant, moving one grain of dirt,
watch the birds, they don't worry

and when Monday comes, ask yourself
how different could it be--and what are you willing
to risk in achieving it - is there another way?

forgive these ramblings, the sun has crept
across the deck boards and found me this morning,
four days from my return to the machine,
361 days from the next escape---

i have no answers, only questions.

the butterflies,
                    are blinding.

question everything.

Today @ dVerse Poets, it is OpenLinkNight - our weekly poetic party, so go pack a poem and come join us....gates open at 3 pm EST.


Vacation is going great-despite a bout with swimmers ear, which just means I can't hear on my left side---which occasionally comes in handy...haha...i don't wanna go home....smiles...

119 comments:

Modern Day Disciple said...

ooooooooooh. Sweet this! Especially "i reject the Big Bang as a life
sentence, the ever expanding universe as we diminish,
we've been sold an As Seen on TV, get rich eventually
scheme that blinds us to reality & people
that matter---ponder the ant, moving one grain of dirt,
watch the birds, they don't worry"...liking very much. Tragic yet hopeful? Question everything, yes. Suddenly I feel like I am speaking in Yoda language.

SueAnn Lommler said...

To vacation...to allow our minds to stretch and grasp all the thoughts that run round and round in our brain. You said it all so well...I bow and applaud!!
Hugs
SueAnn

Dave King said...

an Xtinction Event
ever adding names to the guest list, unless
you listen, like thunder in the desert, i bear witness,
even he ended headless, now heed this


and when Monday comes, ask yourself
how different could it be--and what are you willing
to risk in achieving it - is there another way?

Taken together, these two passages are unanswerable, I think.

I found this a devastating poem - there should be more like it to devastate our attitudes and comfortable (lazy) ways of thinking.

Lorraine said...

the big bang will take a lot more than mere humans who are barely (except for a few I count you in)out of their teen years, juvenile enough to believe they can destroy anything...Nothing touches the Soul, my heart is breaking, but nothing can hurt my soul

Susan said...

Wow, again. Notes. In an arc from "no questions" "Just a rhythm unfound" to "no answers, only questions" -- which, I believe,is where the hopeful live. Otherwise we are ants or residents in a hierarchy of one note each.

"now heed this

breathe-----long & slow
now breathe---long & slow
don't wait

no pause or vacation, but life styled
to the opening of flowers, dawn's kiss drenches
their lips, slow sips---"

What a declaration of freedom!

G-Man said...

After you and I are long gone...
Inquiring minds will still want to know!

the walking man said...

Brian...retirement really isn't everything it's cracked up to be, now if they would give us 45 years before we start our careers to enjoy life that would be sweet, we'd be young enough to enjoy the walking and seeing of all the different things there are to see.

But working ourselves like plow mules for 55 years and then expecting to be healthy enough to really enjoy the time not having to rise to the expectations of an alarm clock well that has a few drawbacks too. Especially for one who labored with their back that 55 years.

But you know if we refuse to believe the Republican (yes it is a republican) lie that Social Security and medicare are dead or dying there will be with two tweaks SS and medicare for everyone fortunate to reach the ever moving goal line of the age requirement to collect what you are paying for.

Tweak one:Scrap the entire health care for profit industry and institute cradle to grave Medicare for every person in the country.

Tweak two: get rid of the cap od $106,800 on which FICA taxes are paid. I for one who paid in the system am tired of subsidizing them who all of their career earned millions and still only paid into FICA up to a paltry 107,000 dollars. A ton of US Congressmen and Senators who exempted themselves form so much collect a senate salary and Social Security, every one of them doing that equals three people who can not retire at a nominal65 years old.

the walking man said...

That should read I paid into the system for an aggregate 50 years by the time I was 49. (two jobs and what not)

Pat Hatt said...

Questions arise all the time
Should not ignore such a chime
Agreed with the retirement thing
As I don't think I'll ever see such a ring
But beats being bored I suppose
Much around to cause woes

Daniel said...

The picture creeps me out. Love the piece and the rant!

manicddaily said...

I get you here! Aggghhh!

The Big Bang should not be a life sentence, and trading days. Very very hard. So sorry about the ear. k.

Paula Wooters said...

You've captured what so many feel! Enjoy what's left of your oh too brief respite!

ND Mitchell said...

Very thought-provoking Brian:
"ponder the ant, moving one grain of dirt,
watch the birds, they don't worry"
I recognise and like these references. I'm with you on this one. Hope the vacation is a good one and the ear clears up.
David

DJan said...

I'm not sure MY birds don't worry, I think. Very good poem here, filled with all kinds of angst. Sending you a cyber hug...

JANU said...

A very valid rant...a creepy picture.
Awesome questions...I do have many of my own, trying to seek answers.

Jess Mistress of Mischief said...

Retirement is a fallacy of marketing. My grandparents retired quite young, in theory, but in practice they continued their work on a large farm, my grandmother did seamstress work, my grandfather did odd jobs and sold/traded goods for services. They both provided a great deal of community service to their church and other neighbors in a relationship that kept the community and family in provision for years and years, our family was provided for in that as well. Our problem is we only see an exchange of cash in hand as a means of support and provision. So much more work and service occurs, even in retirement, for many.

Daydreamertoo said...

This is such a wonderful write Brian. It's so huge and universal and yet, microscopic in detail in some ways. I just finished reading a trilogy (he is adding another to it at some point) by an author named Steve Alten. What a fantastic read it all is. About the Mayan Calendar, the Big Bang theory and it takes you through so many dimensions of life, how we evolved, good v evil and such. The 3rd book deals with mankind himself bringing about our end with the Particle collider creating a black hole which we cannot prevent. Who knows, maybe this is how it all began and time goes round in loops, always repeating.
What a truly awesome read this is Brian. Awed! :)

Daydreamertoo said...

The books I mentioned are like ancient history/hi tech sci-fi thrillers. Excellent reads.

ayala said...

So much truth here... Getting ahead ...working ourselves to death ... for the golden dream that doesn't seem available to our generation. Enjoying the moment when the countdown begins to the end of a break so needed and so well deserved . Great piece, Brian. I hope your ear gets better and I hope your days are full of joy. :)

Pauline said...

There's always at least one dead on line in all of your poems. This one - "is there another way?" - pulls the whole lament together. You continue to amaze me :)

Secret Agent Woman said...

This is why I believe in building in as much joy and contentment as possible - so that it isn't just a dull march to the grave.

Liz @ A Nut in a Nutshell said...

The end of vacation is always kinda depressing! And why the heck do you still blog on vacation?

Myrna R. said...

Aw. I know that feeling of not wanting to return to our real lives.

It's so nice to read your poem. Your creativity doesn't seem to take a break, or need one, and I guess that's your real life anyway.

Hope your ear gets better.

Valerie said...

I suppose it depends on how we, as individuals, see life after work.

CiCi said...

I disliked working so much all those years. Now that I am living a quiet little life and no thoughts of work I am calm and enjoying each day. Work can be torture for some, probably most. I think most people would agree strongly with this post.

Jenny Woolf said...

You are a natural born poet if you know what I mean by that? I would take such a straight up and down approach to the end of my vacation.

Alice Audrey said...

"Get rich eventually" connects so well with unable to retire.

Annmarie Pipa said...

St. Augustine said it is written in our hearts to search and if we continue our search we will find God.

Claudia said...

smiles..you need a big postcard for this..maybe it's no bad idea to really write one to yourself.. and then back home..just as life grips you again and you start to choke, it arrives with the mail and reminds you to question things, rethink work life... it's a risky business to start putting things on the test bench but.. ha..have to rethink a few things myself..smiles

Monkey Man said...

Dude, you had me with the pic. Reminds me of the alien movies(some of my favs)

rock on miller, rock on

Louise said...

No, I wouldn't want to go home, either ;) This > "In our breathing, the beating of hearts,
seasons - as we carve the cosmos in revolution
round the sun & moon movement
of the ocean, waves in recognition
heard from the depths of shells, birth
& death," Love!! :)

Mary said...

Glad you are having a nice vacation, Brian. And so true many will not see retirement this side of the grave. It keeps getting harder and for some is an impossible dream. Hopefully there will be a way to turn the world around.

kaykuala said...

and when Monday comes, ask yourself
how different could it be--and what are you willing to risk in achieving it - is there another way?

The all important question. We're expected to conform. So much so it kills the will and the willingness to 'try another way!' Great write Brian!

Hank

Gloria said...

awesome questions dear Brian and vacances are so far.....from here
thought we are in winter but is Ok I believe in change of seasons and love winter and the begin of spring summer is nice by the fruits and swim LOL
But Im happy you have a nice vacations with your nice family:)

JJ Roa Rodriguez said...

where are you getting all these wonderful thoughts Sir Brian... another great write!

JJRod'z

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Now that's a hell of a postcard! I love the depth and breadth of this offering - you go and come from the sun to the bottom of your shoes. This is a masterful write that deserves performance. It ends as gracefully and and surprisingly as it deserves. Ex-Cel-Lent!

Mama Zen said...

This moves beautifully and with incredible precision. I really like

"an Xtinction Event
ever adding names to the guest list, unless
you listen, like thunder in the desert, i bear witness,
even he ended headless, now heed this"

Anne said...

This is the howl in the night for everyman Brian. There is another way and I found it. I simply walked away from it all. It was like throwing myself off the edge of a cliff, and it's been hard, but worth it.

We live a debt free life. If we don't have cash for it, we don't buy it. Getting rid of the telly was the biggest thing. We don't hear the lies anymore, we don't see the adverts for things we don't need, we don't get caught up on the politics. We home-schooled the children so they could learn to think for themselves. There are ways to drop out of the system, you have to be fearless, willing to suffer and creative.

Tara Miller said...

Great words today my love. I don't want to go home, either. Having too much fun and enjoying all of our family time. Making memories...

Catfish Tales said...

Yes, more VAKAYS - that's the ticket! Then you pace yourself through your whole life. That's what I've done, anyway. Works like a charm. :)

Susan Daniels said...

I so very much love this, ending with the blinding butterflies. Pure lyrical magic. My favorite image is this one:
no pause or vacation, but life styled
to the opening of flowers, dawn's kiss drenches
their lips, slow sips--

poemblaze said...

"the incessant hunger's malicious whispers" is just one of many great turns of phrase throughout. Great poem.

mrs mediocrity said...

yes, question everything. most especially the answers.

we both have butterflies fluttering through our poetry today.

right now, i am willing to risk everything, everything, just to embrace life.

beautiful.

repressedsoul said...

Kinda makes sense when there's aparticle to explain EVERYTHING thanks to CERN scientists, don't you think Bri? :D

Timoteo said...

The ant and the bird don't care...so focused on the moment at hand. I would say, unlike us, they don't sit around in a constant state of anxiety over the future.

Zach Payne said...

This is something else, Brian. I'm awed with what you've done here. I was swept away with your rhythm, especially.

turtlememoir said...

a bit grim (& i think you're right on in your interpretation), but breathing slowly, deliberately, helps... love the ..hmm.. sanity of the final lines:

"i have no answers, only questions.

the butterflies,
are blinding.

question everything."

Beachanny said...

This is a deep and contemplative piece, Brian. I will be back for a second read. Have a great vacation. All is well at the pub.

Eva Gallant said...

Lucky the person who finds a way to make a living which doesn't leave him constantly longing for the next vacation!

happygirl said...

I feel ya, my friend. I have a retired husband, but I'm still in the rat race. I see the other side of the shadow so clearly, and it beckons. But I'm a lot older than you are and I've been doing it longer. Hang in there.

Laura said...

oh brian...LOVE, LOVE, LOVE all of THIS! a master work my friend!

Bodhirose said...

Your mind shouldn't be pondering these things while on vacation...ugh.

SaraV said...

Butterflies are blinding for shore. So many thoughts and emotions here, had me taking deep breaths as I read. Potent--be sure to take care of that ear, though it does give you the opportunity to avoid unwanted requests...what? I didn't hear;-)

jane hewey said...

"now breathe" i shall quote you.
"now breathe" (and write, of course.)

chromapoesy.com said...

I love Claudia's idea of writing yourself a postcard. I've done that with letters, promises to myself when overwhelmed by demands. I felt this one.

Arron Shilling said...

as soon as i read the title
i knew id like this piece brian...
it diggs deep and must provoke questions... no matter how dark the subject - the poetry is always there - art is the redeemer

cheers bri :D

Joan Barrett Roberts said...

Fast paced and truthful as ever --
We forget the costs of our daily decisions to have all at whatever the costs!

Loved these lines --
you listen, like thunder in the desert, i bear witness,
even he ended headless, now heed --

Do we hear? Do we hear?

Actually we do pay a huge cost in this our health and well being of our families and ourselves.

Great job!

Heaven said...

Your words resonated with me, probably more than I can say. I know the toil of everyday work, the decision to stick to the path, yet being careful not to be caught up with the reality of As Seen on TV and race to get ahead ~ Thanks for sharing your thoughts ~

Enjoy your vacation ~

Daydreamertoo said...

Just read your comment at Bodhirose's blog. So sorry to see you lost your job, and to discover that while you're away on holiday has to be a kick in the guts too. You'll find something else PDQ people need your expertise with people too much.

Stafford Ray said...

Well, Brian, I can see you understand the question and have presented the challenge to yourself. The question is: 'what will you do?'
In the epicentre of the planet's top greed culture, you have little choice but to questions and subvert the system with better ideas unless you withdraw. But that would not be you. Great ideas in a strong poem.

rosaria williams said...

Question everything...
Oh yes!

emmett wheatfall said...

The evolution of our eveyday lives, with equation. Great subject to write about Brian, and you did so so well. Outstanding man, outstanding.

emmett wheatfall said...

The evolution of our eveyday lives, with equation. Great subject to write about Brian, and you did so so well. Outstanding man, outstanding.

jackie dick said...

Vacation or no vacation...your poetry, your thoughts have no seams...are vacations real to you Brian? Have these questions intruded into your "rest time" only to give us more fodder...more questions, more great ideas from you? I'm starting to feel guilty cuz I feel now as if I intruded upon your vacation. Take a dip in the pool for crying out loud. Forget us and yourself for an hour or so. Go!

Wolfsrosebud said...

a poet finds the escape in words...

Wolfsrosebud said...

a poet finds the escape in words...

Hannah said...

Your butterfly ending and mention of ants...the contrast of your naturespeak with machinespeak...I like how that worked and now you hear as I do!! I was born hearing in only my right ear...but I learned to read lips and I do okay!!

Smiles and I hope your vacation will slow down for you....oh, yes, loved that breathing segment, too!! :)

Sharp Little Pencil said...

"And when Monday comes... ask yourself/Is there another way?" Sounds like your vaca is almost over, but your mind is at peak function. The headless/heed this combo, brilliant choice of words. I know there is always another way... but ouch, the choices, the sacrifices that come along with that. Peace, Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/07/24/real-women-dverse/

henry clemmons said...

Re-evaluation, a constant in environments I walk and work. Excellente work. This sounded even more kool read outloud. I caught a few glances reading it. It demanded attention and interest. Very nice.

Christopher Reilley said...

This poem entertained on so many levels, and I agree with Mr. Clemmons above - it does sound better aloud.

I love the multiple scope of your vision, from micro to macro you rock the description, my friend.

Heaven said...

I have read your comment over at Bodirose's blog ~ I am sorry to hear about your situation Brian ~ My hubby is in the same boat as you (exactly on July 13, Friday) but I am blessed to have a steady job while he is contemplating his options ~ I hope all will be well ~

Day Dreamer said...

Amazing piece! I agree that we believe and do things because that's the way they were taught and it has become a habit for us. Daily we work in the well-oiled machine of the universe and hope we don't get replaced... :)

flaubert said...

Oh, this is so good, Brian. I love it! My favourite part;

"no pause or vacation, but life styled
to the opening of flowers, dawn's kiss drenches
their lips, slow sips---"

Pamela

missing moments said...

Vacations are great times to clear the mind and wander! Enjoy!

Raivenne said...

Love this! I hate the just past mid-point of vacation. The point where the days to return to work are officially shorter than when you left it. Reality slowly sticking the pin in the tranquil dream state of vacation's ballon of happiness. Enjoy what's left it.

Quotes,Photos and a little Poetry said...

Glad to hear your enjoying your vacation and congratulation. I like how your counting until your next one at the end of your poem and very happy the sun brighten your thoughts and gave you more question to ask. :)

C Rose said...

I enjoy the level of symbiosis in all things you create even that of our effort vs environment, much of this was so well constructed I felt it affect my breathe...just a wonderful write Brian. Loved this ~ Rose

Nara Malone said...

You said so much here I connect with...been feeling lately busy-ness is stealing days so that I come thru a week feeling like a couple are missing. Wondering if it's all worth it and where it leads.

She Writes Here Now said...

I like the flow of this. Such rhythm and weight

....applied to the dash
to get from one year to the next
in our epitaphs, draw the life line on your palm
with your finger

one, one thousand, two...

too fast to linger, the incessant hunger's
malicious whispers

grab a fistful of dollars,
put the pistol to your temple,
puLL

It reformatted when I copied and pasted, but the way this read was flawless.

zongrik said...

kill ourselves or others in a quest to get ahead -> and if not that, totally jack up our health!!!

zongrik said...

kill ourselves or others in a quest to get ahead -> and if not that, totally jack up our health!!!

Apryl Gonzales Sweet said...

Love this "one, one thousand, two...

too fast to linger, the incessant hunger's
malicious whispers"

and this


"we've been sold an As Seen on TV, get rich eventually
scheme that blinds us to reality & people
that matter---ponder the ant, moving one grain of dirt,
watch the birds, they don't worry"

great message and allusion to the truth. Bravo Brian! :) Similarities, yes... perhaps the poetic mentor has rubbed off a bit? humm... Thanks for that ;)

vivinfrance said...

The tragedy is that a large proportion of people spend the greater portion of their short lives doing something uncongenial in order to earn a crust.
"ponder the ant, moving one grain of dirt,
watch the birds, they don't worry"
Could a vacation be used to consider a different way of life?

RD said...

Brian...I don't think I've ever said this about your words, but this is...

beautiful

Peace, Brother B

lucychili said...

breathing as a person, as a society,
breathing as an ecology
individual, universal, fractal?
the butterfly effect

Crystal Jigsaw said...

Wow, Brian, your words have blown me away this morning. As a farmer, I doubt I'll ever retire anyway!

CJ x

K McGee said...

Terrible situation we are in, trading five days for two and 25% of that for free I might add. But it's too late (short of some divine act) to stop that machine, so we push forward trying to at least manage some kind of satisfaction from the cards we've been dealt.

I (along with many others) ponder these things frequently. Our connection with life, nature, beauty is so close to being severed and poets (especially) are crying out for the cause. But as you say, even the voice in the wilderness eventually died headless.

David Francis Barker said...

I think I've enjoyed this more than any other poem of yours, Brian, a real tour de force. Uncomfortable, necessary and fabulously expressed.

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

"scheme that blinds us to reality & people
that matter---ponder the ant, moving one grain of dirt,
watch the birds, they don't worry

and when Monday comes, ask yourself
how different could it be--and what are you willing
to risk in achieving it - is there another way?..."


Hi! Brian...
I don't think that you were "rambling," but expressing a feeling, and thoughts, that I'm quite sure your readers, have experienced in their life-time too!

in your very [appropriate] title poem...Notes on a postcard, sent back to the asylum."

Tks, for sharing the image too!
deedee :-D

irene said...

A grand sweep of a poem, Brian, with very important musings along the way, not least of which is about vacation/retirement, the Xtinction Event, whoa and the ending just brings us back to personal. Impressive!

Suz said...

you're not fooling me...you enjoy life.....all of it....and you value the right things...and you have a compassionate heart which returns to you.....time off is a gift to be enjoyed..and you do...I can tell by the strength of your words....recharged you are

Jody Costa said...

sums my angst~ thanks for sharing brian. really enjoyed! going to read again....

Marbles in My Pocket said...

Getting ready to take a little break myself. (No wisecracks, please!) I can really relate to this write, Brian. It mirrors the way I think sometimes; a rambling tirade of why's and why nots. hmmm... that didn't come out quite right. But I think you know what I'm saying!

Unknown said...

What a true testament. I agree, 'there is no equation', but it is all so beautiful even within the mechanisms. Our breathing and beating and blood flowing just as the waves, and blinking with the sun and the moon, I hate to think of it as a dash. Really there is no distinction of beauty without the chaos. I understand how your heart tangles this way when you separate the weight between your restful days and working days. Happy vacation, Brian. I hope it lingers with you after you get back. :)

Archna said...

Sorry, 'unknown' was me. :)

Poet Laundry said...

too fast to linger, the incessant hunger's
malicious whispers

grab a fistful of dollars,
put the pistol to your temple,
puLL

...passionately delivered this piece. Very acute write.

Laurie Kolp said...

Sounds like you're not only getting to swim a lot, but are having time for quite contemplative reflection... a bit philosophical, too.

Stephanie McManus said...

I am floored. You hit me right in the gut with this one. I held my breath as I was reading...the images of the ant, the shrinking universe, big bang, the machine, 'the dash,' all themes I find rolling in my head too many days...tired of being a part of the machine. I loved this.

Magpie said...

So glad you're enjoying your time away. I have been lately thinking of some of these same things. We have been sold a bag of "goods", I'm afraid.

liv2write2day said...

This is one of your best ever, Brian, and it really socked me in the gut given the e-mail I just sent you. Got to just do what we can do, one thing at a time, and enjoy the ride. Have fun on your vacation.

Charles Elliott/Beautyseer said...

Yes, how different things could be. Behold the lillies of the field...

Polly said...

The final lines are so evocative ...

'i have no answers, only questions.

the butterflies,
are blinding.

question everything.'

Natasha Head said...

There is no doubt you were born to sit back on the deck with notebook and pen, and I am so very sorry the we have messed up the world to the point you can't do that EVERY SINGLE DAY! Imagine those born to be doctors, yet no money for the education, imagine...going into medicine as a career FOR THE MONEY! So much whack crap to think about...the fix would be easy if it wasn't for our species' complete inability to work together for the betterment of ALL rather than ONE...oh my...my soapbox grows slippery...it normally does when I insist on planting smack dab in the middle of someone else's word garden...loved the write, Brother Poet...and I'll shut up now!

RMP said...

"breathe-----long & slow
now breathe---long & slow
don't wait"
The first half got me all riled up; I appreciate this moment to breathe. It can be easy to forget to breathe sometimes--to watch the blinding butterflies--to appreciate the opening flowers.

lifeisaroadtrip said...

Enjoy every minute of it with your family, Brian. ISN'T THERE SOMEBODY HERE WHO CAN PUBLISH THIS GUY????

chazinator said...

I don't know if there are any answers, especially when it's a matter of asking the questions that often determines what answer one gets. Is there acceptance to be had of the way the world is? I do not know, though I think that when injustice comes along there is a MUST to make it right.

Your poem is extremely powerful, showing your poetic sensibility pushing envelopes, touching dark edges, creeping into recesses where most would not like to look.If for no other reason this makes your poem really powerful, really commanding respect.

As a believer, I think your poem makes huge amounts of sense, though it seems to bring no sense in its wake. One must question everything - to remain alive to what life brings, but also to remain alive to what is possible when all the chips are down and the knell rings.

Great stuff, man.

poeticlicensee said...

Still coming by, reading & liking. You do have a certain style all your own. Nice job on this poem, as with all your other poems...

flipside records said...

I like these groovy lines:

"recognition
heard from the depths of shells, birth
& death, applied to the dash"

"too fast to linger, the incessant hunger's
malicious whispers"

Killer ending:

"the butterflies,
are blinding.

question everything."

Seriously, really awesome ending.

"life styled
to the opening of flowers"

Zuzana said...

It is funny, I seem to find myself asking more questions the older I get and the answers I receive are not satisfactory. At times they are not even there.;)
Glad to hear you are enjoying vacation and sorry about the ear, hope it is better now.;))
Have a great weekend,
xoxo

Leo said...

Beautiful.. the images in some lines of your poetry.. Amazing man.

The imagery of the flower opening up to dawn's kiss (dew drops I felt) :) Lovely one.

Aisling Weaver said...

(very late in commenting, finally making rounds...)
I loved this. It read to me with a distinct beat, a flow that pulled from beginning to end. Sometimes speeding up, sometimes slowing, the way water reacts to terrain.

So many phrases and stanzas stand out I might as well paste the whole poem here.

Grandmother said...

This holds as depressingly true from the living in the USA point of view. Shift to an international living point of view and it could change. Check out International Living.com and imagine how else it could be. I did and I love my life. You could too, and deserve to.

Rachel Hoyt said...

I was going to say that this was my favorite part...

we've been sold an As Seen on TV, get rich eventually
scheme that blinds us to reality & people
that matter---ponder the ant, moving one grain of dirt,

... but, "the butterflies are blinding" is such a powerful phrase. We are often blind to the ways we are sabotaging our own beautiful dreams. GREAT poem!

Goofball said...

I really don't get what you are trying to say here, but it feels suffocating

adan said...

those last lines wrap and tear all the lines before them apart, and together, nicely done brian...

"forgive these ramblings, the sun has crept
across the deck boards and found me this morning...

i have no answers, only questions.

the butterflies,
are blinding..."

Sharp Little Pencil said...

Well, thanks to the grapevine, I understand your situation much better, Brian. I thought you were facing going BACK to the grind. Quite cruel of them to give you this news on vacation, when you are supposed to relax. Put up your shingle, man, do some poetry readings around the city, peddle chapbooks. You are incredibly talented and I'll bet an equally charismatic reader - that shit SELLS. Trust me. Love, prayers, and always hope, Amy

Syd said...

I treasured those moments of freedom, of relaxing. I am glad to have shed my skin. It feels right.

Semaphore said...

Well-expressed, but more than an insect who may well outlast our race, I felt like a hamster on a treadmill, going forward quickly nowhere.

Sue said...

Amen and amen.

=)