Wednesday, December 12, 2012

collected by squirrels for meals in winter

sticker on street sign, Lynchburg, VA

when am i not a poet,
         everyone has an opinion

'are you still writing that stuff?'

                         'yes.'

and at least its not, why are you,
as there are days i forget, let it go for easier
convers -ations through a mouth-full of cheese
ball'n crackers, try invading the kitchen with a fork,
only to be repelled
                     SMACK

wood spoon to hand back, 'whAT do you think
you are doing, it's not ready, yet. I am
the cook & you, the poet, so go wRite!'

i exit, post haste, find the kid's table & scribble
crayola seeking a poem, play with the children
& throw them in the air, to iambic pentameter,
til one doesn't come down (see i always mess up form)

out the window deer gather in syllables, one for each
unless you include the antlers (that's two more)
& the empty chair stares hard enough
                                    to make me uncomfortable

every year, growing up, at my uncle's house, liquor
was readily available - we'd sneak in while parents
talked and dare each other to run a finger
along the lip then touch our tongue,
back when it was fun to be numb

'write about the angel tree topper.'

'or the turkey truck that turned over'

they try to help, i have to believe---
'you sure you don't need another set of hands'
only gets the look, so i break all my pencils
& arrange them in patterns of morse code

'is that haiku?'

'yes, yes iT is. The creek still runs below the trees,
flush & wash your hands when done.'

'that's not very pretty.'

'no, it's not. it's social justice.'

'ah.'

see, say something the other side of sanity
& suddenly the parade is a whole lot more interesting,
kids return, hopped up on sugar plum dreams
of what santa might bring, rose cheeked & glitter eyed,

'Dinner, is served.'

& poetry is.

written for Poetry Jam

just having a bit of fun today.  have an article on marriage that will go live shortly, entitled 'Waking up to find your underwear on the christmas tree' for those interested. Should be up after 9 AM EST.

62 comments:

Pat Hatt said...

First first
Poor Mary is worst

Daniel said...

I feel like I am sitting in your kitchen just seeing your process and your life. Great piece today.

Pat Hatt said...

Aww the things
Some spurt at ones wings
With questions arise
Like WTF in disguise
But as the process flows
They sure uncurl their toes

Gloria said...

hahaha So is the life dear Brian, I like cook but sometimes I have to stay A LOT in the kitchen (putting in order and washing plates sigh) is the not romantic side, haha, is the same, but you are a lovely poet, not matter what happens!!


Patt Mary is tired today for this she doent come still.
ppfft to you !

Anne said...

"The deer gather in syllables" I like that Brian. So much fun to see into your world. When someone says skadaddle and they're cooking for you smile and be happy. I need a wife!

Optimistic Existentialist said...

I like the distinction drawen between and "are you" and "why are you" in regards to people asking if you still write poetry!

Daydreamertoo said...

LOL.... Loved this. Sounds like you had a lot of fun waiting for the meals to be cooked. Go write some poetry.
I love that one didn't come down.. and the deer gathering in syllables...all so creative...lol

Jody Costa said...

this is so nice how i feel a part of your family how i totally understand that type of writing process! well done!

Emma Major said...

brilliant, I really enjoyed that

SueAnn Lommler said...

Fun...since I am the cook and the poet...no rest for me!! Ha!
Hugs
SueAnn

farawayinthesunshine said...

The life of a poet...I'd never thought it was so very similar to a have a way to make it look so pretty though...

Wednesday...already?!

Bossy Betty said...

You have such great titles. You do. No, you do.

Listen to the cook. Go write.

DCW said...

Ah, you express so well the frustration! Writing the wrongs of everyday life.

Valerie said...

wood spoon to hand back, 'whAT do you think
you are doing, it's not ready, yet. I am
the cook & you, the poet, so go wRite!'

LOLOL. I could even hear the tone of voice. Happy days!

Suz said...

enjoyed
....and just wait
just when you think you have it figured out...begin again
..underwear on the tree...now that is new one

Grandmother said...

I like how writing poetry is woven into your everyday life- and that you share that with us.

Sakhi. said...

and scribble crayola seeking a poem :)




just because i've not been following your posts for a long time now doesn't mean i've stopped loving your writing :)

AmyLK said...

You made me smile when the kid didn't come down and SMACK. lol

can't wait to see the article!

Mama Zen said...

"deer gather in syllables"

That's just brilliant.

Mary Ann Potter said...

You have an amazing gift, Brian, and this poem is WONDERFUL! The deer gather in syllables, and yes, you still write this stuff. I loved it all. So memorable.

Heaven said...

I like how you see and think of poetry shapes and forms when looking out and observing the world, in this case, the kitchen, house and children eager for Christmas gifts.

And thanks for the tip on being creative with the partner ~

Happy day Brian ~

Sue said...

Oh yes, I am definitely interested...

=)

PS. I think I need a wife to chase me out of the kitchen. *sigh*

joanna said...

ah yes, the awkward poet question... can't we all relate to this one? ;)

loved the children flying in iambic pentameter, by the by.

Mary said...

So much happening in this poem, Brian. Hard to know where to start...

Good question: when are you not a poet, or anyone a poet. There is so much poetry in everyday experiences, including a turkey truck turning over. Picturing the scene IF they were alive and all escaped. That image makes me giggle.

Claudia said...

ha - that made me smile... poetry's just everywhere...love the throwing the kids in the air to iambic pentameter and deer gather in syllables and arranging broken pencils in patterns of morse code and...and...smiles..over to read the article now..smiles

G-Man said...

I too have disdain for people picking about MY kitchen before food is done being prepared.
Nice ramble....:-)

Little Ms Blogger said...

I have to admit, I loved the first part of this piece with people asking if you're still writing 'that stuff'. It's so very true when people question things as being stupid or crazy when they don't understand something.

Also, love the whack of the hand and the retreat to crayons.

Alice Audrey said...

For many years I never mentioned writing to anyone. I didn't want to have to go through the same old tired conversation.

I love the iambic pentameter that doesn't come down. lol.

Tina said...

Wow, Claudia and I are of one mind today...loved those bits "poetry's just everywhere...love the throwing the kids in the air to iambic pentameter and deer gather in syllables and arranging broken pencils in patterns of morse code"
Nice little slice of life. You know how I love those.

Tina @ Life is Good
http://kmdlifeisgood.blogspot.com/

Peggy said...

Great description of holiday chaos. I too felt like I could see it all happening. Despite your unsuccessful run on the kitchen there is lots of joy on this.

Peggy said...

Great description of holiday chaos. I too felt like I could see it all happening. Despite your unsuccessful run on the kitchen there is lots of joy on this.

Yousei Hime said...

Underappreciated poets ... mothers should sympathize, given their level they are appreciated. ;) Loved that poke at haiku. Best of the season to you and your family.

lori mcclure said...

I really like the playful side of this one as well as the angst-y undertone (unless I only imagined it there). I especially like,

"i exit, post haste, find the kid's table & scribble
crayola seeking a poem, play with the children
& throw them in the air, to iambic pentameter,
til one doesn't come down (see i always mess up form"

And thanks again for the article. Appreciate your words whatever form they come in :)

Annmarie Pipa said...

my daughter graduated from an top college with a creative writing degree...she got more grief than encouragement from relatives...she got a decent job in the real world, but I know her talent is writing...

hedgewitch said...

Very effective word juggling(almost typo'd word-smuggling--yeah that too) here bri. Your title is whimsical, yet the subject it sews itself through is serious(and complex) enough. Thoughtful and skillful work. I'm glad the missing kids came back down. Broken-pencil haiku is my favorite.

Wander said...

Brian...that sounds like fun! I have had a few people talk kind of negative when they ask me what I write and I tell them "oh some fiction, non fiction, political commentary, and a lot of poetry". "Why do you write that crap..." and the end of crap always rings in the air well after the word is said. The first few times I got pissed, like, who the f are you to judge my art and call it crap without reading it first, but then I remembered how I used to view poetry, my prejudices, and I changed my response.
"Here, read this, I wrote it a few nights ago?" "Wow...that was f-ing good!" Has been the response on many ocasions:-) Now I get to expose people to how beautiful poetry is...how tragic, how sad, angry ugly mad, funny giddy happy, loving...and how amazingly human it is.
And Brian you have been one of my teachers along the way

For that, and for how genuinely good of a man you have become,

Thank You

Wander, AKA Chris

Ps. Doing much better!

Tara Miller said...

You have more fun at the kids table anyway. hee hee I like seeing your world through poet laced eyes (and words)

kaykuala said...

Interestingly enough, I used to 'mess around' in the kitchen when young. On occasions I got to try out clashing ladles in the wok. The best part was to try out a little newly cooked dishes before these were served! Nicely Brian!

Hank

Gail said...

What a wonderful tale of the path to creation. "...hopped up on sugar plum dreams" ooh, that I could still go there.

Cloudia said...

patterns of morse code, eh?


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manicddaily said...

Fun poem. k.

Liz @ A Nut in a Nutshell said...

I hate writer's block, but then again those are like mini-vacations. ;)

Betsy Brock said...

The kids table is usually more fun and the conversation more real. :)

Poet Laundry said...

This made me smile! Read your marriage article--good stuff.

missing moments said...

This was a delight. And the wife was right...go write!

Fred Rutherford said...

this is really fun. Love the questions, the craft in here and how awesome is all the actions and activity going on in here. Very fun read. Thanks

A Cuban In London said...

I'm still smiling at 'no, it's not. it's social justice.'

Many thanks. I enjoyed that. :-)

Greetings from London.

Dave King said...

This is so well done -- and this bit of magic at the end:-
see, say something the other side of sanity
& suddenly the parade is a whole lot more interesting,
kids return, hopped up on sugar plum dreams
of what santa might bring, rose cheeked & glitter eyed,

Perfect.

Lorraine said...

as always entertaining and wonderful...I can't wait to hear about the underwear in the tree, sounds fab....Gosh Brian Put all you've put on your blog in a book if you need photos for some of them, let me know, it's free...you should get something together, other people should benefit and get a little more life/soul inspiration...

ayala said...

Always a poet :) love this ... Poetry is everywhere. Love the details the deer gather in syllables ... the crayons and morse code :) great write, Brian.

izzy said...

Poetry and dinner- (actually Supper)
I cannot believe you get smacked by a spoon! as a kid I did sometimes, depending on who was cooking!

Robyn Greenhouse said...

Loved this! could relate to being in the kitchen, looking for something to jot down the words floating in my head! I forgot that I have the crayons in the cabinet near by!

Carrie Burtt said...

Love the question at the beginning....great start to an awesome finish....you are the poet for sure Brian! :-)

Lolamouse said...

This was great! I can see all of this so well! I wish people around me were as interested in what I was writing. I guess it's a blessing and a curse.

Susan said...

Headline: Chief cook and bottle washer sends her boys to count syllables of many subjects! Result is LOTS to eat from both page and table. I love your process poems, new models for happy families! (And just wait a few years until the boys can be in the kitchen and sending you and your wife away to make poetry while they cook.)

RMP said...

I felt the sting of the wooden spoon, I guess you're never too old to be scolded. I never thought to compose in crayon (the math person in me has always been partial to pencil), but I imagine it might yield some interesting scribbles. just out of curiousity, was it the crayons or the children you were throwing up in the air? (if it was one of the boys, I hope he eventually landed safely somewhere.

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

"collected by squirrels for meals in winter"

try invading the kitchen with a fork,only to be repelled...
SMACK
wood spoon to hand back, whAT do you think you are doing, it's not ready, yet. I am the cook & you, the poet, so go...

wRite!

Dinner, is served & poetry is...
Hi! Brian..
Thanks, for sharing and the image too!
deedee :)

Kris McCracken said...

Can a robot write poetry?

my heart's love songs said...

"(see i always mess up form)"

tee-hee!

LOVE this, Brian. now i've got to go see what your underwear's doin' on the Christmas tree....

Tracie Skarbo said...

Pencils into morse code... yup, I have those days too. Glad to see I am in good company. :) Best wishes to you and yours.

Syd said...

Ha, on getting bounced from the kitchen. Are you still writing that stuff? LOL. Yes, you certainly are.

Margaret said...

play with the children
& throw them in the air, to iambic pentameter,
til one doesn't come down (see i always mess up form)

Ha ha ha. Light hearted and fun and about what is going around you, memories of the past ... perfect poetry even if it isn't in "form" (you have to eat first for "form" as it takes more energy :)