no where will we outlive the adorable.

Dad wound his watch with his left hand. Bezoar

magical properties; then the thirty year old Timex

sung to another horizon. Thru

the plowed fields of sugar cane. Thru the end of life journeys.

He hated to be called Papa and looking back

at the talk that divides us

Like the hurried up brigadier of daffodils in April. Transparent

curtains of sun, fireflies that chew the betel leaves of-

then forget to drupe along the alphabet road. Besides

not only are we compelled to fall in love with kin folk

we can also love the way the barn tilts (good for excellence)

when filled with Tabaco. Astounding rain will fall.

The out house will stride north. Nothing will be left of us

save our dull spirits and a hole dug

that outdoes the next.

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'No where will we outlive the adorable.
hde rushin,
To me this was a beautiful reminder to enjoy the jewels all around us if we are not paying attention. Past experiences were as real as life is now and I find myself wishing I'd written back then when young. To busy just living I guess.
Blessings,
Kathy

[h d e rushin]

so true my dearest Kathy Van Kurin. Enjoy not only the jewels around us but the time we have left to enjoy them....love it...dana

[NotUsinganymore]

Very nice. As a child, I grew up basically working until my hands were raw were I was beaten often by my parents.

[h d e rushin]

they use to call that "tough love". Today it's called "child abuse". Thanks for your insight love....dana

[kentuck14]

Great images of poor southern heritage farming. Wonderful opening line . . . great closing stanza . . . an outhouse striding north to an unsure future. Nice work Dana.
Tom

[h d e rushin]

thank you love. I just got my computer back from Best Buy where they could not retrieve documents from a crashed hard drive. I'm starting over , in every sense of the world....dana

[Robert Trakofler]

i often ponder of what bezoar i might find pon my gullet:) as i type this I imagine as it does to me all of the underlined words you must type confusing your word processor... no father really wants to always be defined by his moniker oft times we might prefer friend to father what a brilliant line! The "tilt" of your barn is the thrust of my vice his spirit will never truly be dull when you polish it so earnest dear Dana

[h d e rushin]

thank you dearest for those kind words......dana

[Corset]

This one contours all the edges of my childhood, especially the lines about the tobacco barn and how the humidity softens the leaves so that the may be pulled from the stem and arranged into an upside bouquet of lung cancer that someone else will pay an arm or a leg for just to imbibe with a look on their face somewhat close to ecstasy.

[h d e rushin]

oh yeah! to that sentiment, I say my friend. Oh yeah...thanks.....dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

found myself humming Tobacco Road by the Nashville Teens...
"i was born in a barn....and my daddy got drunk"
"how i loathe tobacco road" similar sentiments seen here...and the dull spirits...the holes dug deeper each time...and the family eventually disappears...as there weren't enough kin folk to fall in love with.
j.

[h d e rushin]

thank you friend.....dana

[John the Baptist]

This is an unusual work that begins sounding like a memoir, then becomes a fantasy rife with what appears to be symbolism. Several words appear to be intentionally misspelled. There seems to be a description of a type of migration from a southern rural area to some place in the north. There is a line about being compelled to fall in love with kin folks which may have a darker meaning. The last verse seems to have an existential sound to it, a mournful acknowledgement of the impermanence of life. I'm doing a lot of guessing, but I believe there is a lot more to this poem than appears on the surface.

[h d e rushin]

thank you John for your interesting comments my friend.....dana

[Davidgeo]

www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ElpE-THkRE

[h d e rushin]

thanks David for the link. I wasn't able to bring it up, but thanks for stopping by.. dana