feel

when the youngest among us gallop off,

away, the requite of seasons, faith is not to be repaired.

"Called Back"  is the inscription on Emily Dickinson's head stone in Amherst..

Called back as a passerine witness to war.

Called back to a time that frowns

on unloved women, as if the god

of reasons says, "give us another chance", student.

Let us rally to your repair,

pull the repent loneliness from your petticoat.

Or as my auntie says,

"lets find you a suitor" so she

returns with a church girl with pink

painted fingernails as long as

uncles thromboembolism. The one,

like a mini ball, that took him in that

disastrous night.

Let us restore to you dear Emily,

to the death and earth to whom it is adjudged to

belong, the endless love of gray skies/

and then again,

this noon.

Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

The wise erin-cliberto has said much and said it well about this piece. It is interesting how what is a beginning or beginning anew--the hopeful arrangement of the pairing with the prim, pink-fingernailed church girl--is directly equated to a deathly embolism, and how, in the final stanza, there is a rebirth of death in a sense, the "then again,/this noon." I could gush like a little schoolgirl about this piece, because it is gush-worthy, and I would gladly sell my mother to the gypsies to write like this.

[h d e rushin]

and if your selling mothers you can sell mine too......lol, dana

[Delmar Cooper]

"A do -over, a do -over, my kingdom for a do-over." Knowing full well I'd just screw it up again.

[h d e rushin]

well said my friend.....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

an interesting inscription on Emily's grave....probably inscribed with a hope that she found salvation..
but then i am not one who feels we have to believe to get to heaven...not necessarily...

what we give, saves us...Emily was stubborn, insistent that she did not believe...but i question that..

people always want to give us two things they feel we need...religion and a mate...
those fixers-up....have no idea...we have to etch our own words into our gravestone.

we write the story, not they.

[h d e rushin]

excellent point Jacob. She, un-apologetically , wrote her own story. I just thought it interestingread moreexcellent point Jacob. She, un-apologetically , wrote her own story. I just thought it interesting
that that was written on her gravestone. Make sure they leave my headstone blank Jacob...
promise me that........dana