They are anything but

14 Jul

plains of gold & shadow, grains & tall grasses,
a ground hardened by lack & nuptuous mounds
of bruised blackberry clouds
heavy with rain waiting.
lightning spider webs every crevice
& thunder dense with hoofbeats/footfalls/a pulse impinged
on stretched skin // drum
our severed roots cry out

& I cup my hands into a chalice
to capture everything that falls, to fill up
enough to jump in the deep end, without holding
a breathe.

Of wind, the grasses are moving
in dance, only those that have been taken
know; a captured lioness in my ribcage,
a prowling pride
stalks me(at)
& leaves
sucked clean to bleach
under a newborn sun

Perhaps her eyes are enuf
for you
to understand, but i don’t
& that

is why i // sit here
with her
tracing irises with fingers

except & accept
the frame of color this white space

Ok, this ones been brewing for days & I still feel its got a ways to go, but I am hosting the 8 year anniversary prompt over at dVerse Poets & haven’t written anything serious in far too long, much less shared it.


Posted by on 2020/07/14 in Uncategorized


23 responses to “They are anything but

  1. rothpoetry

    2020/07/14 at 11:18 pm

    Your images in this poem are really great and the twist at the end makes it!

    • waystationone

      2020/07/15 at 5:38 pm

      Thanks Dwight. First thing I have written seriously in a couple years. So I will take it.

      • rothpoetry

        2020/07/15 at 5:52 pm

        You are welcome!

  2. Vandana Sharma

    2020/07/15 at 5:48 am

    Myriad hues of life, but all the moments are cherishable .
    Nice to see you on the trial.

  3. kim881

    2020/07/15 at 6:17 am

    The imagery in this poem is stunning, Brian. I especially enjoyed the ‘bruised blackberry clouds / heavy with rain waiting’, ‘lightning spider webs’ and ‘thunder dense with hoofbeats/footfalls/a pulse impinged / on stretched skin’ – I love a good storm.

  4. Miriam E.

    2020/07/15 at 6:36 am

    Oh, I love the “bruised blackberry clouds”! The way you play with light and dark here… gives me an uneasy feeling & makes me hear the thunder roll in the background – a strong piece. Thank you for sharing!

  5. Jane Dougherty

    2020/07/15 at 8:46 am

    I found this unsettling too. The descriptions of the outdoors, a storm brewing or rough weather coming, and the memories evoked by a photograph, one supposes in lieu of the flesh and blood.

  6. Grace

    2020/07/15 at 9:16 am

    There is darkness in the opening lines with:

    of bruised blackberry clouds
    heavy with rain waiting.

    But with your hands as chalice, under a newborn sun, there is hope inside you despite challenges.

    Always a pleasure to read your poem Brian. Thanks for hosting and making this celebration special.

  7. calmkate

    2020/07/15 at 9:46 am

    this has shades of Asia and shapes of evocative emotion with a desire to rest. The colourful images and moving moments …

    And I see your blog is new, welcome back to the world of creativity 🙂

  8. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    2020/07/15 at 10:29 am

    I love the description of the thunderstorm… the spiderweb and bruised blackberry clouds is such a great description. Interestingly enough I could feel its scent without it being mentioned. The bridging over to the emotion of the picture brings me a sense of inside turmoil.

  9. whippetwisdom

    2020/07/15 at 11:13 am

    A beautiful and poignant poem Brian, I especially love ‘I cup my hands into a chalice
    to capture everything that falls’

  10. Mary (tqhousecat)

    2020/07/15 at 11:21 am

    All I have read of this prompt makes me fall in love with poetry. Thank you for hosting. Poems brewed over time are to be savored and sipoed, like strong coffee.

  11. Sherry Marr

    2020/07/15 at 11:47 am

    I love the setting, the grasses moving in dance, and wonder at the story behind the tracing of her irises in the photo, wondering who she is and why she is missing……….WONDERFUL to read you again, Brian. I have missed you.

  12. katiemiafrederick

    2020/07/15 at 12:02 pm

    Movie Maker Memory
    Film Doesn’t Forget
    All it takes is one
    Thanks Now or then
    one out-reached
    Hand of Love in at
    Least Tolerance of
    Difference to Change
    the World of One and Many Others True
    in Deeper Wisdom of Beauty’s Love Free to come
    Thanks to Your Ingenuity dVerse is Celebrating an
    8th Anniversary.. i’ve traveled here off and on for 7 Years
    in Heaven Within of Smiles to Give everywhere i Dance and
    Sing in part because one Person was Brave Enough to Reach out
    And Say
    That You are Here
    Smiles my FRiEnD 66 Months
    of Shut-in Hell With the Worst Pain
    Known to Humankind, Type Two Trigeminal
    Neuralgia from Wake to Sleep God Yes of Dark
    of ‘John 14:12’ The Suicide Diseased Assessed
    in Medical Literature as Literally worse than the
    Real Torture of Crucifixion; i wasn’t Looking to
    Outdo Anyone that way but it’s true 66 Months
    From Wake to Sleep is a lot longer than 3 Hours
    to 3 Days as such of Suffocating that way where
    not even a Memory of what A Smile Left Feels Like
    Where One Second is a Thousand Years of Passing Hell Eternally Now Then
    The Power off Belief in Faith and Hope of Beauty Love’s Wisdom is Greater than
    any Green
    of Taxing
    Souls on Loan
    Yet Dance and Song
    comes First.. hehe i’ve
    got until Midnight to finish
    the Last Part of my to Do List
    today after Song and Then Dance And Song again
    But my Wife insists now and i know who my only Boss is..
    This God of Love Within where Working For Someone else
    is No Part of Life for Pay only Serving for the Freedom Love Brings
    Hmm.. since i last Thanked You For Welcoming me in this dVerse World
    7 Years ago.. that 6 Thousand Words i included in what you Named as the
    Mother And Father of All Blog Posts has grown to a longest Epic Longest Long
    Form poem Free Verse in 8.2 MiLLioN Words of 82 Months.. i didn’t Know Free
    Verse existed until i came here as you brought that breath alive out of all the Science
    of Poetry that i will Never See As Art no more than Paint by Numbers You Made Different
    And Original Seem Like the Cool Thing of Creativity to Do my Soul Still Agrees as my Public
    Dance Moves to 13,393 Miles of Dance Now in 82 Months too.. Oh the Reward After Not
    Being Able to Feel A Smile for 66 Months A Numb Much Worse of Soul than the Worst
    Pain Known to Humankind then.. And Now the Innumerable UniVerse of Smiles
    to others Serving For Free for You See i am only a Humble Missionary
    of SMiLes now my FRiEnD i am not cut out to do much more than
    that but it is enough for me.. and haha.. a Viral Video of one
    of Many that the Young Were motivated to get attention
    for themselves on Social Media went Viral in the
    Christmas Vacation of 2018 where over
    88 Thousands Views from the Metro
    Area Came With 1300 Comments
    As they Judged the Value
    of My Life then..
    Some Were Afraid too..
    I’ve Heard disparaging ones
    since Puberty of 6th Grade then
    nothing new but there were others Like
    Icon of the City, Folks Hero, Dance Legend,
    Spirit Animal; not exactly what i heard other than
    Computer Brain and Valuable Commodity At School thru
    Work.. Creativity is Love and Creation of Smiles is Love at
    Best to me on Other Faces so much Joy so much better than
    off a
    in 2008
    to end it all
    as i didn’t think i was
    cut-out for Hell but i was
    And Now i Celebrate too
    Where Heaven Really is Just
    A Smile to Give and Share With
    Others the Food and Drink that
    Ever Fills a Soul to Burn Bright
    All it takes is one small Child to flick
    A Bulb on A Christmas ‘Tree of Frankenstein’
    To Change Frowns into Smiles of Joyous Colored
    Lights of Smiles forevermore now in Dance And Song or someone identifying
    themselves as ‘007’… Just giving the Answer i was looking for: Love is what counts most.

    As Both a Scientist And Artist i Measure LoVE iN Volumes of Smiles in Joy…

    Someone else Can Save the World.. i only Exist to Light it up a bit more in Colors of Love Free…

    In other Words,
    ThankS AGAiN;
    Every out-Reached
    Hand Changes the
    World to Colors oF Light…

    Yes, ThankS AGAiN 007,

    From Just Another
    Fool Tarot Card 0 NoW
    Where Anything is Possible
    Without Fear in Love That
    Harms the Rest of Nature Least.

    Oh Yeah, And ‘Merry Christmas’,
    i Will Never Fully Understand why
    People only Want to Celebrate Birth oF Light And Love Only one Day…
    in Only one Way.. Perhaps one has to Go to Hell For Real to fully Understand that…





    Ocean Waves NeVeR
    SePaRaTE NaTuRE SMiLes ALL (GoD)

    What i remember Most About my Recovery
    7 Years Ago Out of 66 Months of Hell as yeah
    that ‘Revelation 66’ was a Metaphor for the NumBeR
    of Months THeRE is the Depth of Love i Saw in my Wife’s
    Eyes as i Returned to the Only Place Heaven Will ever Exist Now: Love

    Life Teaches
    the Smallest
    Greatest Lessons
    Forevermore NoW in
    Just one Pair of Eyes
    And SMiLES oF LoVE
    For ALL (GoD)

    Never Far Away
    When Love
    Breathes As
    Close As NoW iN EYeSeeinG

    Hehe Just 933 Words SMiLinG

  13. Lucy

    2020/07/15 at 2:36 pm

    This is so beautiful and absolutely dark in imagery. This is probably one of the best pieces I’ve read today overall on WordPress. It’s just… so beautiful and in a way, evocative with a solemn tone in such colorful imagery. The figurative language flows like a river, and at times like a drum, with how you arranged each line.

    “Of wind, the grasses are moving
    in dance, only those that have been taken
    know; a captured lioness in my ribcage,
    a prowling pride
    stalks me(at)
    & leaves
    sucked clean to bleach
    under a newborn sun…”

    This is going to stay in my mind for a long time, and from all the poetry I’ve read over the years, this is probably the most profound, descriptive and capturing verse I’ve ever read. I will indeed come back to this poem; it’s not something you can just read only once.

    To make a long story short, I loved this piece. I’m a new follower of yours, but I am looking forward to reading more of your work.

  14. sanaarizvi

    2020/07/15 at 8:24 pm

    You had me at “bruised blackberry clouds,” 🙂 this is a deeply poignant and philosophical poem 💝

  15. msjadeli

    2020/07/15 at 10:12 pm

    Your poetry is new to me. I can see why you’ve been missed. Lush and longing come to mind.

  16. lynn__

    2020/07/15 at 10:20 pm

    Great to see you at dVerse and read your poetry again, Brian…always gets me in the gut.

  17. dixitmrityunjay

    2020/07/16 at 9:07 am

    Beautiful imagery! Especially liked the ending.

  18. Beverly Crawford

    2020/07/16 at 2:33 pm

    Great wordsmithing. I especially loved the storm. It took me back to prairie thunderstorms of ong ago!

  19. Imelda

    2020/07/17 at 11:55 pm

    You have not lost your touch, Brian. Magic is in your words.

  20. Truedessa

    2020/07/23 at 7:23 pm

    The heavens are heavy and bruised with tears, will the rain bring cleansing to earth below? I have missed you my friend. I was feeling blue outside with my drum and a heavy dark heart shaped cloud came drifting in view. I think it may have been bruised.

    Stay well my friend.

    Peace and clouds

    ps – sorry, I am late but, life seems hard these days thirsty for a drink from those clouds.


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