Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Fudge Marble or Cookies & Cream?

old locker face

There is snow on the mountains,
cookies & cream--or fudge marble
i can't decide, safe in my seat behind
the rain speckled cafe window.

Men in ties & women in pants---
skirts in the closet, avoid the draft---
bustle passed, in conversation
with each other & invisible friends
on the other end of ear mics. My sons
run between the play place & the arms
of my comfortable chair---'dad, he
won't leave me alone, won't play fair,
won't...'

The mountains are beautiful, but they will
wait, they have this long, so i watch
them--my youngest sits a bench,
made to look like a stone wall, watching
two boys wrestle, his lips forming silent words---
he will be a poet yet---

'i heard them say they wanted to chase boys,
you should go over & see,' his brother prods
& he is on his way when i wave, a blond,
a brunette, the girls don't even notice

'where are you going?'

'well, Logan said---'

'He also told you the other day to---'

'think for yourself, it's all you have got
sometimes & that way you've no one
to blame,' his brows bunch over the corner
of his eyes, in a crinkle of blue & he grins
toothless,

girls already after another, he tackles
his brother---who screams, the mountains
still in the distance, maybe moved
just a bit to the left, on elbows now,
comfortably watching---the wind
their laughter rattles the window---

definitely fudge marble.

written for Poetry Jam

59 comments:

kaykuala said...

No.#1

Hank

Mary said...

Definitely fudge marble - I like that, as well as the words on the lips 'he will be a poet yet.' And yes, Brian, that is a good lesson to teach the young ...to think for themselves so they have no one but self to blame. Some choices are hard, some easy.

Laurie Kolp said...

I agree... kids need to learn how to work things out. I love those sweet toothless smiles...

SaraV said...

Brian, big smiles! You once again have captured a perfect piece of life. Great ending and also enjoyed the "he will be a poet yet". Mountaintops are perfect places to give you perspective :-)

Pat Hatt said...

Think for themselves indeed
That is advice which all should plant the seed
And after such a nudge
Hope you enjoy the fudge

Daniel said...

I'll get a moment of peace even if it kills me! (smiles)

DJan said...

I see very few women wearing skirts any more. You reminded me of this change, a gradual moving away from drafts. Evocative poem, and I especially loved seeing your son in my mind's eye becoming a poet like his dad... :-)

Gail said...

Your words paint a picture I would buy.

G-Man said...

Either he has it or he don't.
My guess is that it's in his genes.
And I don't mean Levi's!!

CiCi said...

You do understand the necessity of pants in cold weather. Only the young at heart can wear skirts and ignore the cold legs.

Good job, dad. Teaching sons to think for themselves without telling them what to do takes a certain talent.

Sounds like you are so tuned in to your boys, that when one is mouthing words you understand from any distance.

Claudia said...

good to teach 'em those lessons to think for themselves and reminding us as well to do the same...and all in a coffee shop while watching the mountains...i like..def. fudge marble..smiles

Sue said...

You raise your boys with such a nice touch...and lots of love.

They are lucky.

=)

Tina said...

Definitely fudge marble. I'm still trying to get the youngest to just let loose with one, good punch one day. He's taken his brother's abuse for way too long, but he's such a compassionate sort, he always forgives. There's gotta be a balance...
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Susan said...

Fudge Marble would be my choice too, and usually an ice cream shop brings out my impatience to have it NOW--but here I enjoyed the indecision of you and your son simultaneously--tackle the brother, eat fudge marble--stand in a poet's relation even to the action that engages you. This is the poet's curse and blessing. I thank you for symbols, parallels, actions and indecision so meetings for learning may occur.

Eva Gallant said...

I'm more a mint chocolate chip person...unless it's Ben and Jerry's; then it's peanut butter cup!

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Tatius T. Darksong said...

great poem with so much happening,lessons taught,change observed and I'm sure he will be a poet he has a good example to follow...fudge marble for sure

Evelyn Adams said...

wow. I REALLY like this. lacking is that usual acerbic wit, but I LIKE that. occasionally its ok to go without it. this is sweet.
I am picturing a mountain propped up on its elbows. :)
" invisible friends
on the other end of ear mics"
great line

atothewr said...

Very good one. I really like the way this one flows.

rosaria williams said...

An inside scene with boys and girls and mountains in the background, yet, it is a full scene of the universe going round and round, life not being fair, fathers giving advice, and little boys about to run and play and take a chance .

Valerie said...

Infinite wisdom. I hope your boys will realise hope lucky they are to have you as their dad. Enjoyed reading this, Brian.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Great details - I felt like I was there. Great advice for anyone, btw.

Peggy said...

Every moment seems a choice sometimes and sometimes it's not so easy to choose to let them make the choices. Wonderful details.

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

"There is snow on the mountains,
cookies & cream--or fudge marble
i can't decide, safe in my seat behind the rain speckled cafe window."


Hi! Brian...
Thanks, for sharing [the image] your very descriptive, poetic, words in your poem...
["Fudge Marble or Cookies & Cream?"]
...as you observe the happenings from a comfortable chair...Of a moment shared with your sons.

[postscript: Most definitely, Cookies & Creme...Happy Halloween!]
deedee :)

Jenny said...

Another good one...detailing your observance from your easy chair......have a Happy Halloween. Not too many tricks though!!!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I LOVE this! I was right there with you, could see his little face. You are a good dad, such wise advice. And the choice of ice cream, in question at the beginning of the poem, and resolved at the end......masterful. Loved! This!

Tara Miller said...

I like it when they think for themselves.....most of the time. :)

I'll just take the batter!

sage said...

Fudge Marble or Cookies and Cream... I was hoping that was going to be your response when I knocked on a door with a bowl in my hand saying, "Trick or Treat"

Frank Watson said...

As Wallace Stevens said, "The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream."

Hilary said...

I love when your kidlest are among the colours you use to paint your beautiful poetry.

Daydreamertoo said...

I never realised how cute and comical it was to watch as kids loose those baby teeth.
I love the fudge marble, cookies and cream and that the mountains can wait because your boys and the moment are more important. Yes, it's good to teach them to think for themselves.
Another lovely one which gave me a huge smile.

hedgewitch said...

Cookies and cream is too sweet--definitely fudge marble. I love the pictures in this one, the mountains on their elbows, the animation of the boys, the ruminations of their dad. Plenty of snow on the mountain here, too. ;_)

Raven said...

They can move mountains can't they? What a delight.

Okie said...

very cool. I love watching my kids run around playplaces at parks or elsewhere. Great piece.

Live High said...

When it is children you write the poem so serious and wise but filled with sweetness and wonders.

Jen said...

Yep, the mountains will be there once the boys are grown. Enjoy the kids now.

Dolly@Soulstops said...

hmm...poets do think for themselves, yes? like father, like son? Enjoyed this piece and the relationship you have with your boys...priceless :)

Carrie Burtt said...

Your boys will grow up to be as wonderful as you Brian!....Defenitely fudge marble!....What a perfect ending! :-)

Gloria said...

aaah the two sounds delicious LOL
love this post and love Logan LOL
and Im making a post about fudge brownies!! haha! your post is delicious!

Geraldine said...

Fudge marble, no contest!

Happy Halloween Brian. :<)

Grace said...

I like how you captured the scene...snow on the far away mountains, your kids laughter, the conversation on thinking for yourself ~ I like fudge marble too ~

Alice Audrey said...

You do the most interesting slices of life poetry.

seasideauthor said...

Definitely life with fudge marble, miss those days worked them away.
Very well written... Loved reading here. Thanks.

Annmarie Pipa said...

love the wonderful slice of ( your) life!

Cloudia said...

you paint a mural!


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lifeisaroadtrip said...

That whole thing about the mountains on elbows - that is awesome, dude.

Helen said...

Me? I'm a skirt kind of woman ... in the minority today. Love it when you feature those wonderful boys of yours. Thumb's up on the fudge marble ... though I've had one too many Snickers Bars this evening. No room for ice cream.

Lorraine said...

Jeans all the way///Praline and Caramel...your boys are so lucky to have you as their dad...one day they'll know how lucky they are

Secret Agent Woman said...

Good choice.

manicddaily said...

Very charming. k.

JANU said...

Wonder how I missed this!
Well, you make even the most mundane things interesting....moved.

artbyrae said...

Always Fudge! LOL so many choices so little time

Dana Dampier said...

We do need to let go sometimes and allow them to work out there own problems so they will be able to once they grow older. We won't always be right there.

Mary Ann Potter said...

Parenthood. A refreshing view of what's involved. Loved it, Brian.

my heart's love songs said...

good choice!

i ADORE this, Brian! the love and tenderness when you write about your boys always touches me. hope you have a lovely weekend.

adan said...

the sense of play among the boys, like flitters in a changing wind, set against the cold and mountains (that move in tinier increments) is such an interwoven touching portrait - you've a wealth in your family, and in your perceptions of each other brian, you are blessed indeed ;-)

Mary Mansfield said...

Once again you've shown how those little everyday moments are the ones to be cherished. Such wonderful details in this poem. I really need an ice cream now, maybe a nice bowl of coffee or chunky monkey...

Dave King said...

Was it thinking for themselves that moved the mountain,I wonder. Stupendous piece.

Syd said...

I am sure that you have great kids. I vote for the Fudge Marble with some Mint Chocolate Chip mixed in.