unagile

I'm going to tell you what love clarifies.

My grandfather would tell us he'd been married for 55 years had it lived. But he

couldn't count money or read. (Some poems you approach from the sides like a rhino,

others are more promethium produced by stealing the fires from heaven

then giving it over to mankind.

He would say that love intensifies; gets nappy and thus more unagreeable. You comb it,

at least you try to get a comb thru it's query. "What exactly is a prong", I would ask. He

sat and thought of the deer he killed with an ax

or the catfish whose throat he stuck his arm down 

to the elbow.

Sometimes we want to, out of sheer pedant or alcohol, want to appear cultural and profound,

dragging our bellies like lamprey,

poofing out our feathers with hurting beaks like the metal of our  wings. Yet, there's a

farmer somewhere in our past. One who expected the rain

as  the only promise of satisfaction.

Reviews

[Beccy]

No matter the trappings we surround ourselves with in this 'modern' world, we can never escape the farmer from the past. Nor should we, the greater the distance, the more dangerous becomes our disconnect from this beautiful gift of a planet.

Beccy.

[h d e rushin]

spoken like the mother that you are my love...thank you my dearest..../dana

[Terrence Chang]

Good write Rushin. I liked the description. I did enjoy the read

[h d e rushin]

Terrence chang. I'm just glad you're still around here...thank you my friend...dana

[Terrence Chang]

your most welcome