Pine Floor

Pine Floor

A Poem by Einstein Noodle

125-year-old farmhouse in Minn. is the ultimate fixer-upper

Pine Floor
I shaved this morning but
No razor will scrape away this beard 
the sun went away last night            crusty eyed
I should have had a say in it but
that's not my part 
she says
such a thing just can't be allowed
We're sorry
the lights went out with the thunder 
a tough time even for solar power
dancing ghost grey whitener                           
in tree veins
making so much noise            
cracking
cold crept deadly across the floor
it lay there .........  just lay there
one eye open
the strike            must have been an instant  
dog senses deafened by its silence
stunning ..... and brilliant         so 
                                             
                                        
not to be looked at
                                         
                                            
I wasn't sure what to say ...
(i SHOULD have had a say) 
                                                   
                                           
what does one do?
i should have the map
limbs turning corners and avenues 
folding and
over ending on each other
                                                 
                                                    
what am i going to do when i run out of things to do?
how can I sit ... or even pose in such positions
                                           
                                                   
I had no say in the matter
nothing i could do
                                                          
                                                   
the floor is the one thing holding up now
where she laid ... in release ... not repose
                                         
                                                         
there are no complaints from grain and roughness
no creaking, no moaning
it's just  ...the bare floor ... pine boards all knotted
                                                    
                                                  
she whispered her breath ... her death breath
so fast there was no
crossing over it
                                                  
                                              
there was only instant Christ machinations     and    
                                                                           me   
                                                                                and                                                                                          
                                                                                       dog  
                                                                                             and
                                                                                
                                 pine floors breaking.
11/22/2020
E

© 2020 Einstein Noodle


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((((((Gene)))))) the raw emotions in this poem made my tears well up. The song is absolutely perfect for your words. To see the floor, to walk on it every day, to know she was there and there was nothing you could do to save her....the pain is like a knife. No, my friend, no razor can scrape away the beard of grief. It never really is washed down the sink. It does, however, scratch a bit less with each passing day. This has to be one of your best, E.....I am applauding here. Lydi**

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Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

Thank you Lydi ... that's all I can say is Thank you


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There was no say in the matter, none whatsoever...such heartbreaking words, my friend. Why is death so sudden and so non-negotiable? The vividness of your words took me there for a few moments, to those final minutes of despair and an avalanche of crushing grief! The floor silent and cold and bleak. There was you and the dog and the pine floor and there was our Lord in that room, watching over her and you! Let's take solace in His great love and compassion for us. Let us pray, my dear friend...

Posted 1 Day Ago


I'm so sorry for Your loss my dear Gene... in times like this You can't do anything, You can't utter anything... You just lay Your heart and I'm sure she felt You. Your poem is powerfully emotive, each moment You lived we lived it with You, the way You expressed it was genuine and truly from the heart... I hope by now You could fill the space she left behind. all the best my sensetive friend ✨💕✨

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Einstein Noodle

2 Days Ago

thank you so much for your tender compassion … time is the healer in all things it seems. Its been.. read more
Most of my life I was an extreme control freak (as one might imagine, with me cranking out 1000's of pages of technical writing over 30+ year career). Then life threw me the biggest baddest curve ball that I could've imagined -- I could not walk anymore. Long story & present-day struggle continues, but my harsh life lesson broke me of my need to feel "in control" . . . making me realize we are not in control at all, even when we deluded ourselves that we were. The narrator in your poem seems to be whining about not having "a say" in how things go, which is like tempting God to dole out a lesson like the one he gave me *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie

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Einstein Noodle

1 Week Ago

yes ... we are very very small after all eh!? obsession with being in control will always bring such.. read more
Aloha friend, this made me sob and has caused a stirring of my own thoughts of my husband.
This is so devastatingly beautiful, reverend, deep, aloha how you layer the varying waves of emotion the ‘process’ I’m sorry that’s not a great words I have not a better word to offer. I hope for you that eventually the creak in the pine floor becomes a comfort a reminder that Norma is always with you. Many aloha nui from the three of us x


Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Weeks Ago

thank you so much for reading and sharing your own heart and soul ... grief and loss most certainly .. read more
There are no words my brother. Just none that I can say that describe how this affected me. Would you understand if I said it is wonderful? Because it is in all its multitudonous layers and beauftiful complexity. It hits the heart diresct in so many ways and we grieve. Like Lydi I too applaud.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Einstein Noodle

3 Weeks Ago

yes .. i do understand what you are saying Ken .. and it shows the depth of feeling in your own hear.. read more
This time of year makes those losses feel even greater I can not even begin to scratch the surface of your grieving in my empathy this sort of loss I have never felt... though you have penned it so brilliantly and in its words I can palpably feel it good sir!

Posted 1 Month Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

thanks Robert .. i feel your empathy and it lifts my heart this morning ... thank you!
E. .. read more
"there was only instant Christ machinations and
me
and
dog
and

pine floors breaking."
Dear E., I wish I could help you in your grief. I pray that God and all your loved ones hold you close to comfort you until this lightning storm abates. You have brilliantly written your shock, your cold and the ripping absence that death of a loved one tears into a life, into this very personal and heart-breaking poem. You have written the pine steps, the pine floor, the pine memories into this poem. Tears shed. God bless.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

thank you Annette! your review has touched my deeply this morning .. i can only say thank you dear p.. read more
We all tread a path in life, and for a time others tread it with us.
The sun will rise, but something will be missing.
Maybe the odd creak of the floor embedded in time will remind you she is still around.
Just scraping the old beard may bring a smile in time.



Posted 1 Month Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

you know what i am about sir .. and you bless me with your wisdom and understanding .. it strengthen.. read more
Paul Bell

1 Month Ago

You too, Einstein, be good.
those pine boards, raw and real with their knots. we all have a bare date with that floor/ pine box. emotionally moving piece on losing a loved one and you worked man's best friend into the story as well. that lifeless floor just lies there incapable of empathy. wonderful way to point out that it is love, loyalty and empathy that separates man from everything else. not an easy thing to lose a soulmate. very creative with mournful flow. we become confused and lost in suffering loss. could feel the helpless, solemn, tearful tone as i read. never easy letting go but we take solace in knowing that they are in a better place ... :)

"Christ machinations"

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Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

your review shows your own gift of empathy and wisdom sir .. and blesses me this morning .. some day.. read more
There is a Wonder in the Thunder.... when we are put asunder.
Words cannot explain... but the loss is real... I feel the inevitable
toss of tangible love. The quiet moments will live on in your smile
and when you share her way of looking at the Sky. tenderly, Pat

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Einstein Noodle

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Patricia Wedel

1 Month Ago

Good morning Gene... you
Must have left your comment in a dream, because there are no words .. read more
Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

oh that damnable little X in the gray box!!!! it messes with things here i am sure of it ... i thank.. read more

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