Friday Poetically with Brian Miller

Welcome to Friday Poetically.

 Over the next couple weeks, I will be introducing some new regular features: such as poetry inspired by music, poetry written by children and what it means to be a poet/blogger. Now that I am on Fridays, it seems fitting that we have a little fun, because the weekend is coming.

Growing up, I was in a garage band called Romulus. My first poems were songs written on sheets of paper spread across gravestones at the cemetery by my parent's house. Don't ask me why we went there to write them; we were teenagers and it just seemed like the right place to conjure the muse. My cousin would bend the strings on his old guitar as I stared up at the stars and let the words spill out. We never made it beyond a few friend's basements but even today, I often have the ear buds in, listening to music as I write.

Back in December, Leslie Moon challenged you to listen to a song and then write whatever came to you. Today, I want to do the same. I chose a song that may be a bit of a stretch for some but it speaks to the roots of the music I grew up listening to. As a teen, I found a Joe Satriani cassette tape titled Surfing with the Alien and boy could he make the guitar sing. This is one of my favorites by him.

You can listen to the song, maybe close your eyes and then write once you are done. You can listen and write at the same time. I think you will figure it out. It's Friday, let's have a little fun as we wait for 5 o'clock to get here.

Please listen to Joe Satriani's

Always with Me, Always with you

Once you have posted your poem, enter the link into Mr. Linky and visit a few other brave poetic souls. Smiles. Here is mine, in the form of a 55 as introduced last week in our interview with g-man.

Always with Me, Always with You

when you say you

love me always

do you mean all ways

or just forever

i'll be honest

sometimes i don't

feel it

& if love is

just a feeling

how many would

admit they even get it,

been in it, or

want to stay with it.

no love,

i think is a bit

more attitude

Have a great weekend everybody! ~Brian Miller

Welcome to Moondustwriter Thursday

The Path of the Discarded

A Poem by

Moondustwriter

She was on a quest

It wasn't far

nor arduous

Though some may have thought her the fool

She was on a quest to regain her heart

It had been stolen long ago

*

By a knight who neither wanted nor cared

about the love of a sweet maiden fair

Like a tarnished

worthless trophy

he cast it aside

when he found another

along the pathway of life

*

The heartless knight

left a trail of used, unwanted hearts

She discovered them on her way

Too many to carry

Some swept away

She wept for them

Touched each one tenderly

with a tear

*

Many were still beating

"Oh dear

what must I do?"

She asked of no one there

The response was clear

"Save what is left"

*

She went

purposefully on her way

careful to stay

on the path of the discarded

She scooped them

tenderly into her skirt

*

Her quest became long

more difficult

she wasn't that strong

The hearts became heavy to bear

one day she would find each maiden

whose heart had been taken

restore what remained

*

One morning she awoke with a song

She sang it for all of nature to hear

It was beautiful and painfully clear

It told of a love that had been stolen one day

Hurt, once there, had been rolled away

*

She didn't see nor did she hear

Someone quick approaching

So silent

She heard nothing draw near

She stood plainly

her skirt billowed like a standard

Hands encircled

 many hearts he saw there

*

He beamed down on this rare beauty

 intent on loving others

She had been his quest for so long now

Had met many careless

tiresome young things

along the pathway of searching

*

He scooped her in his arms

Her heavy burdens and all

Her broken heart

there was no trace

A star-like smile

beamed on each face

***

He aided her

in her quest

to return each

faint

broken heart

He replaced hers

with something more lasting

Devoted love 

Forever

I was inspired to write this piece based on a picture prompt of a knight I wrote about earlier. The romantic in me took over.

My question for the week: What part does a visual image play as you are writing?

Thanks for joining Moondustwriter Thursday. I'm looking forward to highlighting more poets in the weeks to come.

Thank you to Reza for the photograph

http://www.flickr.com/photos/r-z/24434403711*

8:15 on Tuesday: prose by Brian Miller

8:15 on Tuesday...

the sun, already making its majesty known, in the sky, passing through pink and orange, unveils a soft blue over the lush green canopy of the forest behind our house. pops and creaks of the wood deck, settling from an evening stretch, accompanies the twitter of birds, in a curious serenade to the new day.

a family of deer shyly poke their heads between trees, then cautiously step across the lawn to nibble at cast off grapes beneath the arbor that stands at the end of the brick path off the back of our house. at their nuzzling, butterflies stir from the vines, performing a dance, dipping and turning.

pungent coffee perfumes the air, rising in waves from my mug, as i draw its warmth through my fingers. this is the moment i realise i have forgotten you.

the sudden realization starts a hammer against the anvil of my chest, a great squeeze grips my heart, crumbling it like paper bound for the trashcan. i want to retreat to the bedroom, to curl on the floor beside the bed, still wrapped in my clothes, closing my eyes to see if i can find you, but i stay, fear of finding nothing pinning to my seat.

you are a fog, barely perceived, there one moment then gone. i tremble, unable to even conjure your face. the touch of your hand, i once relished, erased. all the words once spoken, lay in a jumbled pile in the corner of my mind. i am utterly alone, as the morning unfolds around me, anxious that may you have forgotten me as well at...

...8:15 on Tuesday.

~Brian

Lost Forever: A Poem By Moondustwriter

Lost Forever: 

A Poem By Moondustwriter

Could you really be

the all encompassing

reality that I need

to return to me???

How can an image

an idea

make a difference

for living breathing flesh?

Yet - your words

speak clear

of me

and you

If 
I believe

I will be

submerged into the swamp

of lost forever

for you see

my heart and I

are intertwined

as I would like to be

with

you!


by Moondustwriter

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Thanks to Oddstock for this entrancing picture

(http://www.flickr.com/photos/oddsock/149183149)

The Secret: A Poem In 160 Characters

The Secret

A hidden kiss that lingered in the mote

Whilst lovers would sit too close to touch

Their eyes told tales and spoke of want

As fingers stretched and gently brushed.

by Pete Marshall

say it in 160 characters, then tell Monkeyman

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image creative commons http://www.flickr.com/photos/omnia_mutantur/

When Two Worlds Collide: A Poem That Celebrates The Strength Of Love

When Two Worlds Collide

I stood there pensive

not knowing where to turn

you decided for me

your strong grasp was firm

The way you pulled me

closer - next  to you

told a story

what we had to do

We  broke our orbit

left the known behind

moved ahead and gathered

all the stars in line

Propelled our beings

toward another path

the unknown - but surely

worth the risk of wrath

In the end they'd find

forever entwined we two

our new world together

never apart from you

by Moondustwriter

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 This amazing photograph:lrargerich's photostream "Sun World" 

courtesy http://www.flickr.com/photos/lrargerich/4002157248