Early Morning Firefly

 by Brian Theoret

Like an early morning firefly a late night bird

Shadows spin in circles the clock strikes ten

Dreaming it goes on in my head...

Fear the akward silence the vicious cycle ends

Lips rumble inside push it out instead

Beneath an umbrella beginning to change

Sweet rain beginning to change...

Like an early morning firefly a late night bird

Beyond my lack in confidence I want to be heard

Oh, I'm standing here you're waiting there

Now, decision made waiting game's done

Scream's now a whisper your ear

Can hear all it wants to

Head rushes to the end light bulb glows dim

Should I start from the end or begin again?

Taking control of this making me dream

Making me dream again...

Like an early morning firefly a late night bird

Beyond my lack in confidence I want to be heard
Sorting out my reverence in a dogwood I perched
Like an early morning firefly a late night bird

Oh, I'm standing here you're waiting there

Now, decision made waiting game's done

Scream's now a whisper your ear

Can hear all it wants to

Oh, I'm standing here you're waiting there

Now, decision made waiting game's done

Scream's now a whisper your ear

Can hear all it wants to

Photo Credits:  www.briantheoret.com

Light Post

by Brian Theoret

I could see the mist

Illuminated by the motion porch light

Feel it on my skin

As it swirled around the yard that night

Shiver down my neck

Like something watching in the dark

Could almost taste the air

Dew heavy storm's comin' tonight

Now it's taking hold the canvas tries to reap its own

And it's leaving me without a place to call home

But it's supposed to

Be my guide my light post

It's supposed to

Be my light at night

And it's supposed to

Be my guide my light post

And it is....

And it's making me see...

Unsettled restless pace

Neighbors spooked staring through the glass

Get me outta this place

Eased by the whiskey in my flask

Now it's taking hold the canvas tries to reap its own

And it's leaving me without a place to call home

But it's supposed to

Be my guide my light post

It's supposed to

Be my light at night

And it's supposed to

Be my guide my light post

And it is....

It's supposed to

Be my guide my light post

It's supposed to

Be my light at night

And it's supposed to

Be my guide my light post

And it is....

And it's making me see...the light.

Photo Credits:  www.pixabay.com

The Watering Can

by Brian Theoret

the year began under patient hand

and it's here that he stands with a watering can.

the boy walked down the dusty lane

dirt under foot and his arms they strained

pales full of water from down the creek

that he went to fetch 5 times a week.

upon his head he wore a cap

a wide brimmed sombrero to be exact.

his hands they were rough from the tumble of weeds

that were the days he tended steeds.

his father was gone most every day

to tend the fields and bale the hay.

so he was left alone himself

as his mother at birth she died on the shelf.

they had a good life with their horses and wheat

and after long days they'd sit down to eat.

the boy and his father so rough on the sides

been each other's favorite to spend with their time.

lamenting the days when they miss momma so.

she brought so much light to the lives she did know.

touched everyone's heart to begin from the start

and father taught son the gentlemanly part.

another year began under patient hand

and it's here that he stands with a watering can.

Photo Credits: www.pixabay.com

Goodnight Wolf Moon

by Brian Theoret

I could see the skeletal shadow of the trees tonight

As the moon shone with an awesome air of light so bright.

Reflecting off the snow the dark hue shone through

Moving, swaying like waltzing crooked fingers urging you to come closer.

Drifts of snow shifted under the weight of the wind

While the light wanes and fades into black.

A pine bough lopped from the main branch

Dragged through the snow

Leaving green prickly bread crumbs 

Almost begging for new life as a wreath.

Bedtime calls when the moon is at its summit

Drawing the covers up to your chin like the water to the shore.

Goodnight wolf moon.

Photo Credits: “Moon Shadows” by Arild Heitmann

A Reflection on Newtown

December 22, 2012

I want to do something. I want to helpease the pain of everyone I can. Every time I see the face of alittle one it reminds me that we all need to hold our loved ones alittle closer this year, and every year. Hold them close and tellthem “I love you”. In a time of so much pain and unbelievableheartache I feel a bit helpless but want to try and do all that Ican. We all must come together and show our love, support, andcompassion for one another.

On our way into Newtown, I wasn't surewhat to feel and didn't know what to expect. When such a sereneplace is turned upside down it makes you wonder how much faith youcan put into humanity.

My first impression of Newtown wasabout how much of a quaint little town it was with little mom and popshops lining the streets and it reminded me a lot of some smallVermont towns I used to visit growing up there.

The amount of support this communityreceived in the wake of such tragedy is something that I will neverforget. Flowers, teddy bears, candles, pictures, Christmas Trees,banners, poems, some from as far away as Hawaii, filled thesidewalks. I'm thankful that I was able to support the communityhowever I could and decided to get a hair cut as I was welloverdue for one.  Many of the children got their hair cut at Fun Kuts so I was happy to see all of the money raised by the Fun Kuts “Cut-a-Thon”went to those in need in the community.

It was such a powerful experience andI'm glad I had the chance to go and pay my respects to a town andcommunity that lost so much but has somehow found a way to standtogether. Together we all stand with you Newtown and Sandy Hook.

Free Writing #1

What's in the way to gain the fame of the name game. The snow fly trouble bubble doubled into one. I try and surface what is under the cover of lightness and fondness and likeness but it takes a moment of stepping back, letting the light hit my face before I realize what it is that I'm really looking at. My realization of numbers and troubles and stubborn fumbles bumps me back awake. I've seen it. I lived it. I saw it from another point of view. I realize now what I've been missing. It's our time to show each other what we're made of. To take this opportunity, a second chance, to bring to light what's wrong in this place. What's missing in this space. What's needing to be replaced. Concentrate my frustration towards something special, towards something beneficial, towards something and enlightening. Bring it to the masses to spread and multiply and create and procreate over and over until what was once spread can now be held together as one. Bring it close to your heart and see what it does. See the warm and feel the sight of it. Keep the view within but share it with your friend. Free write until your fingers bleed and pick up where you left off the day before.

I saw a man

It was 7:45.  65 on the highway, exit 7 and I stop.  I saw a man standing on this same spot holding up a sign the other day "will work for food".  Just trying to make it by for another day.  Could have been anyone in his previous life, before whatever happened...happened.  For sure he's down on his luck.  Did he deserve it?  Maybe it was meant to be.  He could be the nicest man you'd ever meet or the biggest jerk in the world.  Either way, down on his luck.  You can't help but wonder.  Lost his job at the factory.  Let go on Wall Street.  Stop and say hello, throw a dollar or two?  Try to look busy until the traffic light turns green.  You're off and back to what you do.  Every now and again you look back and see someone do what you couldn't.

I saw a man.

Today he's not there.  No sign, no ruffed up dirty shirt and overcoat.  No missing teeth.  No one to wonder about.  No one to avoid eye contact with.  Maybe he made it.  Maybe he didn't.  You put in your time it's late you're tired but nice and warm on this unseasonably cold afternoon.  You wonder what it's like to sleep on the curb when it's 25 degrees.

I saw a man.

Pulling into the driveway of your manicured lawn, sprinklers were meant to be shut off last night.  The driveways' a mess with toys and bikes.  The things we must worry about.  Open the door, give your wife and daughter a kiss.  Your wife got home early, put a fire on and cooked a nice meal, a little cottage pie.  My favorite.  New York Nightly News announcement: "Homeless man down on his luck gets the break he has been waiting for!"

I saw a man.

Can't be so I turn.  Standing with his sign, his ruffed up dirty shirt and overcoat.  Missing teeth smiling from ear to eat.  Now all eyes on him.  Maybe he'll make it.  Maybe he won't.  No more of a need to wonder or even worry.  Just to think.  What would I have done.  How would I have survived.  What would have pulled me into the next day.  Could have been that one person.  That one kind soul.  That one believer that took a chance and bought him a sandwich and a coffee and a $1 ticket to freedom.

I saw a man.