 |
| Breakfast by Fernand Leger via Magpie Tales |
landing with a wet thunk
over over ripe fruit,
in the grass at its base,
proving Newton knows what
& while crying, it was only after
diagnosing a trip to the hospital was in order
his wailing started in ernest
'they'll have to do surgery if it's broken...'
he cried & i blame my mother
her broken leg a year back---even
called to tell her, while awaiting real doctors
to tell us what's up
a deep bruise, only
& it's funny, she blamed me-my
adventurous spirit
everyone blames someone
after two weeks of political conventions
over breakfast, i dismantle the newspaper
one red wire, one blue wire
at a time, the remains
of the brush pile puffS smOke Signals
in the crisp morning air,
an unknown
dog
does his business
in my yard.
written for Magpie Tales
Posts
81 comments:
I like how you dismantled blame here, another lesson from the children to the adults and out into the world. Seems we'll never be able to prevent the shxx from returning to our yards. Very fine poem, I may cry!
Having someone or something to blame takes the responsibility from ourselves :) Somehow makes us feel better.
Sounds like the political conventions are depressing. I dislike them, I do vote... for the least worst of the bunch.
Hope the boy is feeling better.
oh quite a twisted uncommon take! I am never disappointed when I come here .... missed your words n m glad m here again :) hope u r doing fine!
fantastic poem. there is so much in this. I fine tune my reading when I come upon your lines, I dismantle the newspaper, one red wire, one blue wire, at a time. I find parallels with broken/bruised and somehow, also mother/father. Then, the unknown dog does his business... this clinches it for me. As if to say, we don't ever really know what is up next.
The dog doing his business does go well with the political news.
I remember when your mother broke her leg.
So sorry to hear of the scare your son felt from the fall. Children have so much that is scary these days. I don't remember hearing such horror stories when I was young, maybe some kids did back then, but I was living in my own world anyway.
Ha..I saw the read and blue wire tied to a bundle with a timer
My brother brke his collarbone falling from our apple tree..
but we were climbers..what else can you expect..except to say NO don't climg any tree
So.....I suppose it would have made a difference if you had know the dog...that made the mess
I got this sublte political commentary
I meant to type red and blue wires
Oh, I'm so glad he's okay!! We've had many, many trips to the ER... and you are so right about wanting to blame someone (although I completely take the blame for Andrew's broken arm several years back when I told him to "get off that computer and go play outside with your brother," and minutes later he was on the ground screaming).
I love the switch to politics here and the irony of your very clever ending.
everyone points the finger some where...another good one my friend
A good poem with irony that characterizes you.
Glad your son is okay and has the memory to share on the playground. Why do we play the blame game? Something to ponder.
I'm glad your son is ok. And yes, it is easy to play the blame game...but when we get to be adults, that is a habit best left behind!!!
Happy Week Brian, G :<)
Oh dawd...kids and trips to the hospital. I've had my share of this too...lol When she was 13 Chloe went to a friends birthday party, I thought she'd be fine, an hour later my friend brings her home. Still very ADHD, she'd been in a hammock, laid down and asked the boys to spin her around and around in it, of course she didn't hold on and was flung out onto her face. She had a slight black eye with some scratches and a HUGE concussion which left an overnight stay and she had short term memory loss for quite a long time.
Sod the dog doing it's stuff in your yard. I clean up after my own as soon as he goes but, object to cleaning up other people's dogs.
Glad you boy was play Brian. Yes, someone is always the scapegoat ;)
Oh dawd...kids and trips to the hospital. I've had my share of this too...lol When she was 13 Chloe went to a friends birthday party, I thought she'd be fine, an hour later my friend brings her home. Still very ADHD, she'd been in a hammock, laid down and asked the boys to spin her around and around in it, of course she didn't hold on and was flung out onto her face. She had a slight black eye with some scratches and a HUGE concussion which left an overnight stay and she had short term memory loss for quite a long time.
Sod the dog doing it's stuff in your yard. I clean up after my own as soon as he goes but, object to cleaning up other people's dogs.
Glad you boy was play Brian. Yes, someone is always the scapegoat ;)
You know, Brian, gravity isn't just a good idea: it's the LAW! :-)
How wonderful it was only a dog on your front lawn and not a donkey or an elephant! I suppose the dog was the only animal close enough to sense the political smoke signals. Ha! Hope your son is healing. My daughter broke her arm one year just when school was starting. Great poem, Brian. Thanks for sharing! =D
Geez, it seems there is always something in life, huh?
brian, i enjoy how you weave in
realism of everyday adventures,
well written & yes beginning in
gensis humans will find someone
to blame.
oh isn't this the truth- gag- why is it always someone else's fault?
Wouldn't it be refreshing to hear
"Hey I made a mistake- you can blame me"
Excellent Brian!
My son Paul (age 16) favoured his RT shoulder one day ... a lot ... finally he configned in me that he drove his car into a ditch a few days ago ... and he discribed how the car then ... overturned ... ever so slowly ... an X-ray showed no serious injury ... but doc advised him to wear protective support device for the arm ... which, of course, came off right after Paul left the hospital ... Blessed be, Brian ... kisses for your little ones ... You are awesome. Love, cat.
Another one lands right on its mark. You are so very clever. Dismantling the bomb that is our news, exploring blame. It all works. Every image.
Blame. So useless yet, we seem to think it's practical. I love the weave of story and moral here. You always infuse so much meaning into things.
Oooh politics over breakfast, My oh my-
a generalized blame fest....Hmmm. Maybe I am truly due for a break! ;)
Hope that 'unknown dog' wasn't being political too - LOL. And I do hope your poor son is all right, but children do seem to heal better and quicker than their whinier adult counterparts. I'm nursing a deep bruise and frozen right shoulder from a Nordic track accident last week. And it bloody hurts when I type!
Glad to know he is fine...we had a few trips to the ER too when the boys were younger ~
Nice tie up to the political blame game...we definitely need help to sort ourselves out of it ~
Happy Sunday ~
I'm all for going into panic mode first! At least when you go straight to panicking about surgery, it's a relief when the results only show bruised or sprained.
And I love the idea of cutting up the newspaper by party affiliation and burning each candidate's pile to see which sends up the best smoke signal... kind of like picking a pope! Sometimes that makes as much sense as anything else.
What a clever SOS hidden at the end! And wow, do I love your closing:
"an unknown
dog
does his business
in my yard."
So sorry about your son and the trip to the hospital. :(
i got almost bitten by an unknown dog yesterday..ugh...but that was off topic.. we're really good with blaming others for all kind of things and i wished that someone would xray the political landscape and found out that nothing's really broken, only some bruises that will heal quite quickly again...
I like how your poems take us to your proverbial front porch...
It true when you learn about gravity through an unfortunate mishap.And no matter what it's somehow always the parents and grand parents fault. and that dog was rude.
from the personal to the political and with finesse! ending with entirely fitting eternal mundane...
Have a Great Week
Aloha from Honolulu
Comfort Spiral
=^..^=
> < } } ( ° >
Glad it was only a bruise
And away he'll cruise
Oh the blame game
Everywhere grows fame
Seems to be all around
Just like the poo that can be found
From an unknown mutt
Who comes to your yard and squats letting it flow out its butt
It's always scary when they get hurt. Glad he's okay!
As for the politics in this country, definitely broken.
:/
I really like this. The section about dismantling the paper is brilliant.
Glad your son didn't break anything. Breaks take a long time to heal, just like a break in the political system will take a while also. The red and blue wires never totally mesh. And I like Claudia's idea of x-raying the political landscape. Makes me wonder what they would find...and if they could fix it.
This is so good. It's like we're talking over the kitchen table. So real and down home. :)
Good grief. I'm sure you were thinking 'what next?' after the 2012 you've had. LOL!
Watched both conventions, political junkie that I am. Have to say I was quite tired of it all by the end. haha.
Ah the joy of having boys! We went through Osgood Schlatter's (sp?) where the bones grow faster than the muscles, resulting in pain; a bone tumor (which fortunately turned out to be benign); my youngest was on the worst end of a fight as a sophomore in high school--bruises and black eyes! and later on, after college...a motorcycle accident..broken arm and assorted contusions and lacerations! Now that both guys are straddling 40, I think the worst is over, but it took long enough!
I love the end brian--I see you took that symbolism prompt to heart. ;_) Hope the foot is better, and the wires don't get crossed.
All our wires are crossed these days but you manage somehow to make sense of things.
Glad your son is okay. Blame ... so much of it to spread around! Eases our guilt!
Dear Brian Imglad he is ok when we are kids we have a lot of fall (anyway Im still fall sometimes)
When I was a child (and teen) I lived ind frutals trees :) I think I was lucky only one time I fall. Anyway to this age (your son) we think nothing is dangerous LOL
Esperanza had all the accidnets you can imagine and yeah Ditto was more quiet but she OMG all the time called me from school and run to the hospital:(
Sadly is the life we can care love and die for them but still they can make dangerous things.
Is not your fault of course:)
quite an adventure you had. glad it was only a bruise as I'm sure he was as well.
as for the morning paper...be careful...one wrong snip and....
A very funny close - actually quite funny throughout - at least knowing your son is okay! I just mean that the way children transmute things - like everyone else- even dogs. (Ha.)
k.
Even if this is a true event, there is such political overtones in every line! I can't help but grin big, not for your son falling out of a tree, but damn, for all of us falling out of trees every four years! Blue wires/red wires indeed!
"...there ARE such..." My grammar is fading.
Relieved the boy is fine. Saddened that he fell BUT he did inspire a post in dad.
In unrelated comments: Did anyone ever tell you can write poetry like a sonofagun? sonofagun being a good thing.
This line here: wish I could get it on a T shirt:
"one red wire, one blue wire"
It says it all.
Surely this isn't your only trip to the emergency room. If so, brace yourself; there are more to come. More dog poop too.
Your write is so relevant and hope all is fine in your household. Red and Blue your timing is impeccably
amazing. Thanks. Sorry about the rude doggy owner. After all it is all about masters, eh? Good write!
Always blaming someone, yes.
Politics and a dog doing his business in your yard, hehehe, blame his master!
:)
You made the most of a scary incident with a well told tale.
I hope your little one feels better now
Adventurous spirit ... like father like son, eh? I'm glad it was only a bruise; bet your bottom dollar the young one now has something to brag about.
Yup, there's always someone to blame - and most often it's a parent in my experience.
A very true-to-life account of a common enough event, but told in the usual - and quite unique - voice. Thanks for.
So glad it was only a bruise!! Whew!
What a scary moment!
And then the crap returns to us yet again. Ha
Hugs
SueAnn
That Newton! And best to blame Mother...Original for sure, what do I expect? Many bones to go, according to my son...take care!!!
I'm glad it wasn't broken!
My kids were way too cautious for tree climbing. I had to show them how. :) As to the doggie do... don't get me started.
So glad its just a bruise and no surgery. Such fragmented thoughts in this one. I love how you weave the stories and thoughts together. :)
Brilliant!
Hope your son doesn't need surgery!
The smOke signal ... only yOu!
Excellent poem, Brian. I hope your son is going to alright.
Pamela
Says so much...
blacker than the white
Oh my, every time they get hurt it seems we hurt more! Glad all is okay and I shall end my comment with...this is life, but it's so much screaming about Dick and Jane and little sister Sally too...just had those old images going through my mind...before the ending even! Nice tale of truth and dare....as our little ones do and do and do!
What a fun and interesting poem. I enjoy the parallel comparison of family life and political messes. I especially liked dismantling the newspaper. Great imagery.
I'm so happy that your son is okay and nothing is broken. It sounds as if ya'll had a rough day.
My Magpie post was almost late, but I got it linked!
Inever could understand, at least since I was an adult, what good it did to shift blame...was my own guilt going to disappear if Brian got reamed out for some shit I put in his yard? Not if I am human.
No I will stand by my own errors and them that I can fix I will, them I can't I will ask forgiveness and hope it is forthcoming and then having done all i can do i will move to the next tree to fallout of and hope it is rotten fruit I land on and not someone elses pile of dog shit.
oh brian, this is GOOD. there is so much dimension and so many scenes.
all to this;
"everyone blames someone"
i haven't read much of your work but i have a feeling this one will remain a favorite, come what may.
love
kj
Sometimes blame is just pointless.
SOS indeed.
All that drama building and then the dog ... would make want to kick the mutt ... but I'd probably spill the coffee on the paper ... cosmic payback.
Good write ... it appeals to the string in me that is just waiting to snap with frustration and anger and sadness and blame.
We can be grateful for having fingers that point, gravity in all its warped definitions and that birdlike urge to fly. A great poem. Danged dog.
after two weeks of political conventions
over breakfast, i dismantle the newspaper
one red wire, one blue wire
at a time, the remains
Its always a pleasure to visit here to have new thoughts....
Dear Brian: Love how you introduce the current events with the memories of the broken leg...brings it home~
Glad your son is okay.
Fine words Brian and the blame game, why do we do this? I like to believe I own up to fault but now wonder if some times I don't...
Anna :o]
i always love reading your posts esp when they are about what's happening... real life... love it sir!
JJRod'z
good your son had nothing broking! Now stop blaming all but the unknown dog ;)
...she blamed your adventurous spirit... ha ha. I have two boys... and I think her remark trumps yours! :)
the best defense is a good offense, so they say. i don't give my daughter a chance to blame me ~ i tell her all the time that it's my fault she's the way she is {only the not-perfect parts of her personality.}
i'm glad your son's leg wasn't broken, though i'm not quite sure how you could have blamed your mother if it was, unless she pushed him out of the tree? {smile}
A day in the life.....
Funny, I always started to feel better when my mother threatened to take me to the doctor.
Post a Comment