Wednesday, December 26, 2012

after



'you are laying in the wet spot,'
she says & i don't
                         care

her ear to my chest, the rest
of her weight from there
                                 down

i feel it on my back, at the base
of my spine, bare skinned

staring up at a palm tree
foam sticker, stuck under
the bar in our kitchen
by one of our boys

probably the same
that spilled his water
in the carpet
where i am laying

it's pale blue, like a robin's egg
but clearly a palm
warm in the sun, salted
by the breeze, perhaps
in Florida

her ear to my chest,
does she hear the same ocean
i, being her conch,
curling round itself, spiraling
in infinitely smaller
patterns

wroucshaaaaaaa
wroouschaaaaaaa
wrouschaaaaaaaaa

wave after wave
tides meet & i
lay in the wet spot
content

christmas lights
twinkling,
after

Written for poetry jam

54 comments:

kaykuala said...

No.#1

Hank

rosaria williams said...

"does she hear the same conch..."
I can picture this, and wonder how we long to hear the same thing, feel the same thing, unite in one small blister of the universe, for the world to become one experience.
Nicely done.

kaykuala said...

It must have been dead tired, the day after. The twinkling lights still giving a connection to the hectic pace of the yesterday. You very brilliantly picked on the details of a normal 'hangover' of a festive season. Nicely Brian!

Hank

Victoria said...

Ah, to be young again. I'd probably need the paramedics to get off the floor. Beautiful details that create just the right sensual, spent mood.

Optimistic Existentialist said...

Wonderful imagery as always and very descriptive. I especially loved "warm in the sun, salted
by the breeze".

Wander said...

Hello day after:-)

sage said...

Nice, I sense a song of love fermented in the stillness that is more what Christmas should be than it is

Mama Zen said...

"i, being her conch,
curling round itself"

That is just gorgeous.

Paul said...

Love the poem! Great imagery and descriptions!

Hilary said...

A sweet setting.. and playful intro.

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

"you are laying in the wet spot,'
she says & i don't
care..."


Hi! Brian...
Thanks, for sharing the image...[As] this one word comes to my mind after reading your poem: "contentment."

[As] "wave after wave
tides meet & i
lay in the wet spot
content

christmas lights
twinkling,
after...


[Ha!ha!]

[By the way,Happy Boxing Day!
deedee :)

jasmine calyx said...

I love this poem, Brian. Fantastic.

Laurie Kolp said...

Beautiful, Brian... love the conch shell.

Tara Miller said...

I just love you....

Heaven said...

I love this part~

her ear to my chest,
does she hear the same ocean
i, being her conch,
curling round itself, spiraling
in infinitely smaller
patterns

This post is warm and intimate, after ~

AmyLK said...

Sweet and loving. You guys are so lucky to have each other.

merry Christmas!

Carrie Burtt said...

Family is a sacred thing....when 2 people love each other truly and have a family together.....that is one ocean they shall hear....and all the wet spots of life and children are a blessing....love how you capture what matters in the moments Brian! This is wonderful! :-)

Mary said...

Brian, what a beautiful moment of HAPPINESS you have showed us here...it's good to experience palm trees even in the midst of winter, and it is a lovely thought that you were her conch. And, oh, those Christmas lights.....smiles!

Claudia said...

this is beautiful, such an intimate moment, a warm island in the everyday..love esp. the part with you, being her conch, curling round itself.. so intimate and tender...nice..

Margaret said...

Pure Contentment! Lovely. And the conch line is spectacular!

Raven said...

Brian, your family poems are def (I remember the first time you wrote "def" and I am like huh) my fans. You really express feeling beautifully within family poems ... they are treasures.

Raven said...

That was meant to be "my favs."

Grandmother said...

What a treat to share this intimate moment - thanks.

Pat Hatt said...

A wonderful moment caught
As intimacy shines through a lot
And christmas can tire
But even through the cold there is fire

Travel & Dive Girl said...

Nicely done! Merry Christmas too.

Gloria said...

nice and lovely poem. aahh Brian you both make me believe in love. lol
merry christmas:)

Loredana Donovan said...

Romantic and tender ... being with the one you love is true happiness ... and children are a blessing. I like how you weaved in images of the beach ... dreamy :)

Eva Gallant said...

I'm always amazed at your ability to capture intimate moments and share them in beauty.

sheila said...

now that is some hot kind of happiness, but my mind isn't always in the most innocent of places, so I could be way off.

Merry Christmas, Brian.

Cloudia said...

best description of happy marriage!



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rallentanda said...

I just love you too..(in a motherly way of course:)

Daniel said...

This made me think of Carson's old soap opera bit, "The Edge of Wetness". (smiles)

farawayinthesunshine said...

Romance in simple everyday words...Thank you :-)

Fred Rutherford said...

great capture of the moment here. Love the sounds of the waves, I'm one of those people who always try to hear the ocean whenever I see a seashell. Great use of that object/metaphor here. Very effective. Thanks

my heart's love songs said...

this is brilliant, Brian! the hint of sensuality and humor, the love throughout, especially ~

"her ear to my chest,
does she hear the same ocean
i, being her conch,
curling round itself, spiraling
in infinitely smaller
patterns"

{sigh}

wishing you a new year filled with happy surprises and love and laughter and hugs and smiles and much joy!

dani

Valerie said...

Wonderful, Brian, just wonderful. Smiled a lot as I read it and could picture the entire thing. Favourite bit was, of course,

'you are laying in the wet spot,'
she says & i don't care'

How's that for a very happy relationship... smiles.

Kelvin S.M. said...

...it's nice to know your son's doin' good now... Mum got a bit sick too in Dec. 25 but she's almost amazing now... smiles... hope you had a great celebration of Christmas...

SueAnn Lommler said...

This made me smile too and I felt like a voyeur!! Ha!!
Loved the tenderness and the sound effects!!
Hugs and Happy New Year
SUeAnn

Lorraine said...

So loving, so sensual wow

Susan said...

"her ear to my chest,
does she hear the same ocean
i, being her conch,
curling round itself, spiraling
in infinitely smaller
patterns"

We know we are, but still wonder if it is the same reality. This poem is marvelous. Love it's perspective.

manicddaily said...

Ha! Lovely intimate poem. k.

ladyfi said...

A beautiful write! Lovely.

adeeyoyo said...

Lovely descriptions, Brian. I hope you both could hear the sea.

Peggy said...

Wonderful details in this and enough mystery to keep me reading closely all the way through. Lovely write. Happy New Year as well!

^.^ said...

Concealing and revealing ... so lovely, B. Love, cat.

Laura said...

sounds like happiness to me Brian... beautiful! Happy New Year!

Goofball said...

despite the wet spot, it sounds like a magical moment.

Syd said...

Nice. Nothing like the warmth of the sun and the ocean breeze.

Mary Ann Potter said...

Happy contentment, family, beauty. It all adds up. A delight to read, Brian.

Karen said...

Pure contentment. After.

SaraV said...

Brian, I love that line, "I being her conch, spiraling..." fantastic!! Also totally captured that sense of bliss and contentment when curled up with the one you love :-) Happy New Year!!

Ostensible Truth said...

Great stuff here Brian! I'm continuously impressed by the way you kind of zoom in and out on different aspects, like a camera lens - from the ordinary of the carpet to the "pale blue, like a robin's egg
but clearly a palm
warm in the sun, salted
by the breeze"

and thanks for your words over on my blog!

Sue said...

I love this on every level.
And there are so many!

=)

William Manson said...

love makes the world go around, you nailed it on the head mate..