that ancient "Pulse"

for Orlando.

If you were loved, even once

and then yourself loved

under a stone bridge

sharing your face with saw-grass,

a swilcum moon above the masculine sky.

Because they angels beauty have

3oked: to dance in strobe.

To stroke with sweat.

To wait beneath the hem of death

with plural verbs reflecting you

with something or someone completing

your thoughts; you sentences.

Men, even bison, even elephant, even

acritarch  or field mouse forget

the order, the direction from

whence it came. Only that it did come

and that coming meant that you lived and loved

at  least for the briefest moment,

at least once.

Reviews

[Beccy]

The only one who can answer the yearned question is gone. But in truth, the question is both unanswerable and irrelevant. Only God, (or indeed whichever higher hand holds one's belief,) knows the real reason why mankind can create such beauty in this world and yet be the ultimate destroyer of all we claim to hold dear.

I am saddened, but much saddens me, Perhaps one day there will be perfect harmony; thus far however, every lesson since the beginning of time has lasted no longer than a footprint in the shifting sand.

Beccy.

[h d e rushin]

thank you Beccy. I've been to the Pulse nightclub...it was electric and like electricity you didn't know from what direction the current was coming at you. Sound, music, talk, laughter, dance, grind, sweat, hugs, .....everything....I mean, everything but hatred..."But in truth, the question is both unanswerable and irrelevant." so true, my friend........irrelevant. dana

[M. Shepherd]

To wait beneath the hem of death
with plural verbs reflecting you

Gorgeous

[h d e rushin]

thank you so much M. for your kind remarks.........love you....dana

[W.k.kortas]

And at the end of the day, that is what there is--to love and to be loved. In the unending muck of finger-pointing and recrimination, it is only right that we remember that forty-nine people who wanted nothing more than to love who they love were taken for nothing more than that, and that is a legacy worth never forgetting.

[h d e rushin]

the president said in his words to the loved ones of the fallen, that "these were young people doing what young people do". That means that even when you get it right, someone might
think it's wrong. Thanks wk....What is of this world but the heart of poets? dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, completely absorbed in this tribute poem to those who died in the tragedy...they were loved, hopefully understood themselves enough to love who they were...and know even in death, they are remembered and loved.

"at least once"

[h d e rushin]

I wonder Jacob when we wake up from our sleep, if we've slept at all, is the reasoning of the poetread moreI wonder Jacob when we wake up from our sleep, if we've slept at all, is the reasoning of the poet
any different than any other person? Are we somehow, kinder, more reasonable, more careful, more patient, or more (and yes I said it) loving than the next person? Perhaps if we spend our days ringing out our souls before the world, maybe all that I mentioned is true. At least it is true of me...///at least it is true of you......thank you my friend....dana