i search for secrets in
spots on painted horses,
the rough ridges of tree bark,
a child's freckled cheeks,
his elders creases,
scratches in park benches,
the sQueeChatter of the wind
mill on the corner of my parent's
property, the rhythm of rain
on aluminum gutters & names
my son points out RANDY
in the parking lot, concrete curb,
one back street off Main,
asks, "Who's that?"
"Someone," i answer,
definitely someone
the rainbow, though
holds special significance,
its hope---the one hoop
i don't have to get too high
to jump through.
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Nice, Brian. Who IS Randy anyway?:-)
The worst part about those hoops is if you don't hit them spot on center they make you do it over again. "They" enjoy the show, it is grand amusement for "them"
I love the bit about the rainbow, this is lovely.
I love the Squeechatter of the windmill... and the searching of secrets in the simple things. Leaves a nice sparkle this poem.
Your mention of the rainbow made me smile, Brian. Definitely secrets there and hope and a kept promise too. No more rainbows here until spring..unless someone colors one..
I agree with Laurie, the rainbow bit was my favorite part.
Every carving tells a story. Most don't stop to read it though.
the bit of the rainbow was actually the first thing i wrote in my notebook then built the rest around it...its my fav part too...smiles.
Very nice Brian...really...doesn't mean I don't want to know more of Randy's story...there's always hope. Happy OpenLinkNight...see you at the pub!
Ah - very pretty poem, Brian. Really nice. k.
absolutely nice Brian!:)
I like the opening lines, searching for secrets and sound of the wind and rain ~
I too find it intriguing when I see names in open roads and walls ~
Happy day Brian ~
Yes, I'm wondering who Randy was, and if he still is... grins. Nice poem, Brian, I like the rainbow section.
I agree, we want to hear more about Randy - love the rainbow reference and hope...have a good day - we r getting snow, but i don't mind it this time as I have heat and power! :)
the sQueeChatter of the wind
mill
brought a smile and an expectation not disappointed.
The final stanza, ah, so delightful!
Meaning- yeah, a secret meaning that would give you an edge-on life ahead!
thanks.
The rainbow was grand
Shined out across your land
And I'm sure with Randy
He is just dandy
Or may eat too much candy
Think he is handy?
Nice that you search for meaning though it's difficult to attain, but hope you find easily. May you jump through a million rainbows.
(Just caught up on the last few. I've been away. Visiting grandson of course.)
I'm glad the sun joins the Papa in the mining for significance. Thank you for this Lyrical poem that moves my memory with joy. I had two associations with your poem's progression of images--(1) Lily Tomlin and Carol Wagner's amazing play "Search for Signs of Intelligent Life in the Universe, and (2) a long ago artist friend in New Hampshire who delighted in setting up these little things to be found, sometimes with rusted edges and always amazing in the gutters of his town/life.
Great flow to this one brian--you bounce the ball gracefully down the court, and your instunctual free throws are better than anyone's strategic plots for court domination. Like Simon and Garfunkle said, 'the words of the prophets/are written on the subway walls..." not to mention the curbs of blogs.
Maybe Randy is a friend of Leroy and wants to let everyone know it was "his" cement work.
Rainbows are wonderful, so does this mean when you see a double rainbow you have to jump through both hoops at the same time or just jump through the hoops one at a time?
Nice poetry and nice to see the boys are always curious.
God bless.
Yes, we are readers of signs, interpreters of portents, always trying to see patters so we can find our way home.
To your son "We are are Randy."
"my son points out RANDY
in the parking lot, concrete curb,
one back street off Main,
asks, "Who's that?"
"Someone," i answer,
definitely someone"
Absolutely perfect-almost Zen.
Great poem, brother.
Very pretty poem!
Beautiful - the opening stanza is just profoundly moving. K
i love searching for secrets in the everyday things and those small (or big) riddles along the way..a name which is attached to a life which is attached to a story, which is attached to other people's lives..and i love the playfulness of the rainbow image, the things that are just grace, that we don't have to work so hard for..i need more rainbows in my life...smiles
Who is Randy? Nice poem with a ring of suspense.
I search for secrets too, Brian. The search keeps me moving, thinking, dreaming. Your poem is lovely.
Found: Found poetry in found things. Found: Meanings within stories.
Found: Diamonds in the rough
and fortunes in a prism where the colors of all are equal and have truth and value. Beautiful.
great message at the end - the one hoop you don;t have to jump through - reminds me of (was it Dolly Parton?) - you have to have the rain to get the rainbow.
Poetically I do love this though - the in-out of internal monologue and dialogue with your child -
asks, "Who's that?"
"Someone," i answer,
definitely someone
quite a dynamic and not often used so effectively.
I love rainbows, too. I mean, who doesn't. In fact, you give me a double rainbow and I just about go nuts. :) I'm Randy.
Randy . . . unless it was a statement of feeling - lol!
this is great Bri, really well rendered and acutely crafted:
some great lines flare
and sit in the whole like a glove
the entire 1st section really got me good and the total leaves a strong impression.
cheers bro
The rainbow was the perfect way to close this piece. I really enjoyed the feel of this as I read. yes, how talented (and dashing) you are, my love. I like how you viewed the details of all you saw and how everything has a story. Indeed it does, but a mystery it may remain....
Getting too high to jump through the hoop of a rainbow put a silly grin on my face.
Randy...hehehe
BTW..I read the story about The Weiner stand in Roanoke.
Do they still serve beer?
I love this, Brian. I do the same thing...I love signs, symbols, totems... Do you suppose it's a right-brained symptom?
that transition from the places of secrets to the rainbow took me by surprise. LOL!
A lovely poem, brian, gentle and a bit different from what I have come to expect from you....but lovely.
Lady Nyo
I wonder who Randy is/was too.
No hoops are too high for hope to have to jump through.
Loving the simple things in life. 'Someone, definitely someone.'
Love it ;)
See? Through your keen observation and attention to small things, you're children are learning the same, which I think is valuable.
*your*
brilliant Brian it has a certain aura and so good it is in the top stories section of Zite the app for Android and iPhone
Oh, nice! Like this a lot, Brian.
The irony is that there are secrets everywhere, as you say...with a little imagination, we make them new and ours.
Lovely poem, Brian. Love the rainbow part :)
This is great! I love the common grounded child with the bigger ideas of jumping through those hoops.
Oh, I love this ending. The one hoop I don't have to jump to high... Yes...
"Someone," i answer,
definitely someone
these are really profound lines. tripping on them, for sure.
someone indeed...I wonder if he knows it...
Nice poem Brian,good to hope some goals will not be so hard to reach.
I love the glimpses of your family that you share in your poetry...and the rainbow... definitely love the closing lines
I remember when we were young and placing your initials or handprint in concrete was such a big deal, to mark our existence in some small way, I suppose. Favorite part?
"Who's that?"
"Someone," i answer,
definitely someone
the post I just put up echoes this in a spooky way for sure, Bri. We must be energetically linked-
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secrets, hidden messages, and mysteries are hidden everywhere; finding them may be easy, understanding them may be more like finding the pot of gold at the end if the rainbow.
a interesting (and thought provoking) write.
"Tara" rah rah!
I carved so many Ann Marie loves Robin when I was in high school...wonder whatever happened to Robin.
The simplicity (and difficulty) of just seeing what's in front of us. Very nice.
Gene
Beautiful words of a secret searcher - there is so much hidden in this world of ours - we just need to look a little closer.
"Who's that?"
"Someone," i answer,
definitely someone
Good Old Randy whoever he may be!
Anna :o]
Wonderful pictures in my mind after reading this one, Brian.
all answers have a question... I meant- the other way round...
this is just exquisite and loving
:-)
All secrets are not really
Are just undiscovered.
And hope is available to all.
How wonderful is THAT!!!
nice man - you do keep it tight -
and agreed -one should never corrupt poetry with money!
Dang, I never knew I would be so immortalized carving my name on that curb! Great Poem !!
Wonderful way to find interesting things to write about... Seeing as I live 5 minutes from the seashore, I love to walk along there and wonder about those who left footprints in the sand before me.
i took a few pics of initials/ names on trees last month... it is a wonder the stories behind them
Brian, super poem --
I travel a rainbow in time and joy!
Thanks, Joan
I like this. Especially the "definitely someone" and the part about the rainbow. Very nice.
Love this - every single word - yes who is Randy? I am intrigued... :)
I'm with Kristina, I really liked the "definitely someone" part. I felt like I was right there. Kudos!
wow, your beginning & end say it all brian -
"i search for secrets" and you don't have to get too high to get through the rainbow -
thank goodness huh?
and you can tell, your boy is already "searching" for the secret meanings in these too ;-)
"...the one hoop..." I loved that.
Loved this write, Brian. The first verse is especially what gets me thinking. Thanks for sharing!
Really enjoyed this - first verse very nice, looking for "patterns" in the world, we all do that at one time or another i guess- rainbow hoop hadn't thought of that particular image before i like it :-)
Randy is definitely someone...love that. Thank goodness hope is not a hoop too high to jump through.
Rainbows are hope :) that is a comforting thought :) i really like it
As a searcher for clues, I definitely think you find some..It's great to see what you see!!
I love connecting the dots and then rearranging them and connect those. When connecting dots don't make sense, or hard to explain, or something we don't want to see, we can always start talking about rainbows. Oife is easier trying to connect those colorful dots in the sky fading. Very nice.
Very nice. I loved hope that the rainbow made me think of....
Searching for secrets...:)
The secrets you're looking for are whispers in the wind...Listen carefully :-)
And that is the best hoop... Hope is always what keeps us going. Love all of this but that first stanza, fabulous!
I really enjoyed that.
I don't follow the connect with the rainbow in the last verse, though.
But that last verse could be a stand alone poem -- nicely done.
very nice brian...inspiring words too.
I like this, Brian. It seems different than your usual writing, it is possibly the length, nonetheless, it is nice. I especially like the last part about the rainbow, and who is Randy? Is he another poem?
Pamela
Brian,
Randy Travis is one such guy I enjoy listening.
'Randy' here may not be someone. Maybe a guy had feelings of fun and missing someone dear. He has a right to be randy, yes!
Hank
P/S Been on the road again. The new 4G broadband lacks coverage in some areas. Came in for 'hit and runs'at the nearby c/cafes. The week-ends are hectic. Thanks Brian!
interesting, we both posted on hope today...very different takes, but the same....
another knock out of the park miller :)
It's interesting how people want to leave their names - to be remembered by people who don't know you.
/I search for secrets in spots on painted horses/ is a great lead off line; flesh & blood breeds and those wooden plastic Carousal critters. Yes, Randy is someone, and so is Ralph, and somehow he rates attention with every glance; nice piece, sir.
"Squeechatter" :)
love the part about the rainbow
I love your opening four lines and your title.
I love this. It's the "someone" and the last stanza that has me.
"Randy" is Someone, not just a name...I like that. And that final stanza is genius.
I saw a name in cement the other day and thought, someone should give a story for the names in cement...and here you are. Always fulfilling me <3 ~ send peace and love ~ Rose
Does it not make you wonder who Randy really is and what's his story?
signs and symbols to be read everywhere brian.. love this..swirling around (the now immortalized) Randy
squeeChatter. That is perfect. I hope you don't mind, but I link you often on Facebook so others can share in your talent.
I like the part about the rainbow being a hoop that's not too high to jump through!
When I read what everyone else wrote I realized I had missed a couple of things...amazing and you make it look so easy..
Love your sweet finish in particular.
You wrote a sentence and then built around it? That's truly a gift in you, Brian.
Warm and sweet, Bri..who is Randy? Love the sQuee of the windmill...more, more!
Definitely someone.
That is a state of mind, an outlook to life. Thanks for being there, Brian.
great answer, someone, definitely someone, love that answer, which alone you could write a few pages on all the possibilities it can present. Very cool.
Love the final stanza too. Outstanding job. Thanks
i search for secrets in
spots on painted horses
This pulled me right in. Nice!
A mix of mystery and memory here, Brian. An atmospheric evocation of the child's and the adult's realities.
As always you amaze me, my loops are to big to cross... Ineed a car desperately
I believe he was using the rainbow as an illustration of something which has an unseen meaning as opposed to finding all the secrets from the other things.
nicely done Brian..
The name in the sidewalk draws my thoughts about so many similar etchings. I often try to imagine who they were, where they are, etc.
Excellent write, Brian. Very thought provoking.
beautiful poem Brian. Reminds me, again, how there are secrets/mysteries which can be be found anywhere at anytime if we are but open.
Using a rainbow to bring out your idea of simple mindedness. Wow. Well executed.
I must thank you for your time at my blog. Do keep in touch at twitter and Im looking forward to further interactions. :)
randy is all of us...
I like that story of the rainbow in the Hebrew Bible, a sign of hope scratched by God in the heavens. Great work here!
what we're all searching for: secrets and jump-able hoops. :)
The rainbow is the symbol of The Son. So it is easy to enter. :-) Nice reflection! :-)
Well said...rainbows...the great modifier!!
Hugs
SueAnn
It's good that you search for secrets. There is something to be found of interest just about everywhere. Who knows how old Randy is now?
I'd love to be able to jump that particular hoop with finesse. Congrats on that alone.
Rainbows, yes...
love the rainbow part
=)
I really liked that, and the ending was wonderful!
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