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**

Posted 4 Months Ago


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Einstein Noodle

4 Months Ago

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



Reviews

Hello my friend.
"there are no complaints from grain and roughness
no creaking, no moaning
it's just ...the bare floor ... pine boards all knotted"
The poem bled to the paper and I could feel the thoughts, the memories. The above lines. Powerful and left me with something to think about. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote


Posted 1 Day Ago


.... moved to shuddering sighs and unanswered whys.... and speechless silence which echoes within memories that resonate with this moment....

This one will linger in my soul dear friend x

Sharonlee

Posted 2 Days Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Day Ago

the moon set at about 1:30 AM already .. she rises in the day light this past week or so .. i miss h.. read more
sharonlee

1 Day Ago

Ahhh the moon has mysterious magic about her...
Einstein Noodle

7 Hours Ago

yes! that is my chosen belief too ... where Science lets off
what does one do?
i should have the map
limbs turning corners and avenues
folding and
over ending on each other

Exhale ... letting go one you have loved for so long and feeling their energy passed is a little like breaking of a silent damn. The energy of it ... you capture something very difficult to capture.



Posted 1 Month Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

thanks always for reviewing .. i appreciate you sensitive reading ... i fell pretty blessed it touch.. read more
I am stunned to silence. This being the first poem of yours I have read. A snapshot of a tragic moment in life. Losing a beloved. Remembering later, the what, where and why? The pain felt is acute.
Raw emotion. Excellently executed.


Posted 1 Month Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

thank you for taking time Seriana! for your sensitive reading of this .. your empathy is a comfort t.. read more
Sounds like a tragic event either real life or a dream. I felt as if I was watching this scene unfold before my eyes.

Posted 1 Month Ago


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Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

well hello Ms. Beauty! thank you so much for taking time to read and review ...i will stop by your s.. read more
Poetic Beauty

1 Month Ago

I’ve read a few of your pieces before. It’s probably been quite sometime for I pop on here and t.. read more
I really can't comment on the circumstances behind your poem, being a newbie here and all, but I do get a sense of what has occurred on this pine floor you write of. Having no say in the matter.......that really sticks out for me. It's something that occurs in both life and death. We can't always control the circumstances or manipulate them to our choosing. Sometimes things just happen and we have to make the best of the outcome. A very poignant poem, Mr. E. You conveyed the emotion very well and that pine floor shines with your tears. 🌹

Posted 1 Month Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

so true .. we are after all small and insignificant beings in the scope of things .. "Relativity" ;).. read more
This is so sad...yet so beautiful, Mr. Noodle (I know I've seen in the comments other people calling you "E", or "Mr. E", but I like "Mr. Noodle" I don't know why it just feels more whimsical, but if you'd prefer to be referred to as "E" or "Mr. E" then I will acknowledge that :)) Just reading this little poem made me wanna spout tears...wish to be there to offer love, comfort, and support because losing someone you love is so hard...especially being there and watching her last breath...I couldn't even imagine the pain that must've brought you... I could really feel the heartbreak and emotion you put into this poem...sending all my love and hugs your way!!! Hoping the pain fades a little more day by day (Although, I know you'll probably always miss her, just know that she's in a better place and that someday you will reunite with your loved one once more) This was an extraordinarily well-written poem (Wait, what am I saying? You wrote it, of course, it's astounding!!) Thank you so dearly for sharing your breathtaking poetry with us, Mr. Noodle. I thoroughly enjoyed the read. :)

10000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000/100

Nix ❤️️

Posted 1 Month Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

your heartfelt empathy is comforting Ms. Nix. .. i am doing well .. and as you wish for me .. each d.. read more
Nix is typing...

1 Month Ago

Haha, you got it Mr. Noodle :)))))))))) No "she" calling shall be given to you! :) I'm glad that it'.. read more
Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

yes .. that is exactly how it is at this point in my walk... you are kind and compassionate .. so ni.. read more
The sun went away, leaving life so bare and so freezing...but take heart my friend....traces of her warmth are always on that pine floor and in everything else she touched. I wipe a tear that just sprang to my eye and send you a hug! Life has its seasons my friend, the light and the dark, we keep the faith, we run the race. Bless you always.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

dear Ditzy Kat .. thanks so much for your tender wisdom and for "feeling me" in this poem .. of cour.. read more
A heartfelt write dear E
what indeed does one
do when there's nothing
left to do;try walking
through it with no certain
direction, no map to follow
just going through the
motions of life with
automated
machine-like actions.

it all seems so
unreal when we lose
our loveones,it changes
our very existence as we
strive to live on not really
caring if we do, felt this
way when I lost certain
ones I loved so dearly

you say it well;we have
no say in such matters



Posted 2 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Months Ago

Dear Fran .. thank you for taking time .. your words make me feel as you are the friend that simply .. read more
I like the atmosphere of this poem, following the picture it all took a poetic turn from the beginning that brought it down to the last word of the sad heartfelt ending. Very well written expressed emotion. tyfs

Posted 2 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Months Ago

and thank you for taking time, Cyprian .. your review is reinforcing for me sir. That you see and po.. read more

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