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i am ever(y w)here

16 Jul

i am everywhere

i am nowhere

i am now here

i am

on a side // street off the main market in Dharan on the chip stone stoop of a printers’ shop, archaic by modern standards but you work with what you got — in this existence

(i am)

& kids sneak peeks around the shop’s gaping mouth left by the roll up metal tracked-door, hand painted in peeling maroon and golden yellow, advertising something that most can’t afford to get, but reminding them that it is there — here — just out of reach

i am

Pungent, and unwashed, as they are, preceded by the flavor of our shared survival. His once red shirt, a grease-y crimson smudge to browns & black & their bare feet

I am

bearing witness in

bare feet grasp the sand & rock, the bones of this earth, crushed smooth in passing // passing by all their ancestors & hooves & wood-wheeled carts & bent bicycles barely rideable or scooties, hanging on as the earth spins, slower here, yet still fast enough to throw you off

i am

making finger puppets out of discarded paper scraps the printer collects in a box to burn in the street at dusk with all the other trash in a smoldering black smoke. even in the hug of the thick air heat

(i am)

telling a story, making the characters dance from pointer to index, nodding as they speak & periodically the kids dart forward to smack the puppets off their perch before darting back a safe distance. the puppets flutter to rest in the gutter of water and the refuse that leaks out of us

(i am)

but they don’t dare leave // (don’t dare leave)

& i don’t, i

just fold another & continue the story

We are everywhere

We are nowhere

We are now here

for Grace @ dVerse. For those that read my prompt at dverse earlier this week, you saw the picture that goes with this poem.

 
20 Comments

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20 responses to “i am ever(y w)here

  1. Grace

    2020/07/16 at 2:46 pm

    Title and lines remind me how creative you are with the formatting of the poem, Brian.

    I gather this was your time in Nepal, sharing stories with them and nurturing their spirits despite the sorry state of their homes and lives. I admire how you see beyond their unwashed clothes and give your presence and time as a “gift”. It is a precious one and something that they will carry with them long after you are gone. Thank you for showing us your generous heart.

     
  2. msjadeli

    2020/07/16 at 3:29 pm

    Your poem is alive with imagery of a world beyond words and facts. Must be a million mixed feelings wandering here, there, and everywhere in regards to it, and them.

     
  3. kim881

    2020/07/16 at 3:36 pm

    I really like the shape and formatting of this poem, Brian. It’s a long time since I did anything like that and reading yours has inspired me to have a go. The repetition of ‘I am’ is an echo or a ripple through the poem and I love the way you played with everywhere/nowhere/now here. I also like how way ‘I am’ is the spine of the street scene, so vivid with the kids sneaking peeks ‘around the shops gaping mouth left by the roll up metal tracked-door, hand painted in peeling maroon and golden yellow’. I also like the way you evoked the busyness of the street, with the ‘hooves & wood-wheeled carts & bent bicycles barely rideable’. There is so much to take in I have to read it all over again!

     
    • Christine Bolton

      2020/07/17 at 12:01 am

      This took me to India maybe as I felt the same when I was there. It was a beautiful assault on all of my senses. Beautiful, crazy, colorful and charming. Maybe it was somewhere else, but it carried me somewhere. I loved it Brian 🙂

       
  4. Beverly Crawford

    2020/07/16 at 3:46 pm

    A touching recount of a memorable moment with street children. Time will tells what memories and determination were implanted by their experience. You s well as they are richer for this moment in time.

     
  5. Jane Dougherty

    2020/07/16 at 3:49 pm

    You are here but mostly there
    and where
    that is,
    who cares?
    It’s there
    where you are;

     
  6. Linda Lee Lyberg

    2020/07/16 at 3:49 pm

    This took me on a winding journey, and I wasn’t;t sure what was around every lovely curve of words. Wonderful!

     
  7. Glenn A. Buttkus

    2020/07/16 at 3:52 pm

    I am…doubly impressed by your latest poetics. I miss your voice, your heart, spirit and words, and your poet’s perspective. Thanks for spending some more time with us. You have placed me somewhere between the Twilight Zone & Nirvana. I liked the line “I am pungent and unwashed , as they are, preceded by the flavor of our shared survival. His once red shirt, a greas-y crimson smudge to browns & blacks & their bare feet.” I lack your humility, brother. I could never write “I” as “i”.

     
  8. Lucy

    2020/07/16 at 4:57 pm

    I felt like I was in a playground of amazing, immersing imagery. And oh my goodness, the figurative language and the style is just an absolute joy to read. This sort of reminds me of E.E. Cummings in some lines, and that is just fantastic. I really, really enjoyed reading this. It has a mystifying essence with so much soul in each verse and line. This is remarkable prose-poetry. Absolutely remarkable with so much life in your words. Out of this world remarkable, in my opinion. Just what an amazing, heartfelt piece.

     
  9. Sherry Marr

    2020/07/16 at 5:55 pm

    Ah, you took me there. I loved the children darting forward to topple the puppets. You must want to give them so much – but you give them your presence, and smiles, and those are not small gifts.

     
  10. juliekarey

    2020/07/16 at 7:22 pm

    I like this a lot, the toying with “where,” which is a complex thing for us who-man beans. Very nice 🙂 .

     
  11. hank77

    2020/07/16 at 8:55 pm

    kaykuala

    Pungent, and unwashed, as they are,
    preceded by the flavor of our shared survival.
    His once red shirt, a grease-y crimson smudge
    to browns & black & their bare feet

    You were MIA. Now you are here! How nice to have you back Brian! Welcome to the club, your club!
    Puppets and children they certainly go together. And the puppets are certainly keen observers

    Hank

     
  12. rothpoetry

    2020/07/16 at 11:09 pm

    A very interesting format for your poem. Great descriptions Brian.

     
  13. memadtwo

    2020/07/17 at 6:30 am

    Life in all its manifestations. (K)

     
  14. rivrvlogr

    2020/07/17 at 11:15 am

    On reading this, I am a part of this scene, as if woven there by you.

     
  15. Lona Gynt

    2020/07/19 at 6:57 am

    If you are not one
    You are not mine.
    Here I am
    Reading you reading
    Them into all
    Of us, yet a line
    Of desires and
    Exigiencies and
    Little fires
    Divide us, can
    there not be
    Enough in this small blue
    For all pungent joyful
    Breathing air
    Together divine
    Under one sun?

    It is so nice to meet you Brian, thank you for helping to found this little dVerse, it has saved me in so many ways small and large.
    Much Love, Lona.

     
  16. SaaniaSparkle 🧚🏻‍♀️

    2020/07/22 at 9:51 am

    Nice blog!

     
  17. Lasha M

    2020/07/23 at 8:52 am

    Hi its been a while may be a very long a while hope you remember me Lasha Here

    Nice to see your writing

     
  18. sage

    2020/10/10 at 2:01 pm

    “around the shop’s gaping mouth left by the roll up metal tracked-door, hand painted in peeling maroon and golden yellow, advertising something that most can’t afford to get, but reminding them that it is there — here — just out of reach”

    You are THE BEST storyteller. I love how gifted you are at writing with the auditory reading in mind. I can hear this being recited as a performance piece as I read it.

     
  19. Bryan Ens

    2020/11/26 at 12:30 am

    Wow… Haven’t read your words for a few years. You still have a lot to say in your beautiful poetry. Haven’t been around dVerse for a while, but went there to see if you might have resurfaced. Good to read your words again!

     

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