hexapoty

hexapoty

A Poem by h d e rushin

Anonymity
means that what (things) distinguishes me from you
is salt water cornbread, roots and light. Or
cardboard cutouts for second base, broken hair follicles 
and hearts that break like the medicine bottles of
the alchemist. And since
death will wipe out our consciousness forever/
I mean

flowers will continue to grow. The long grass blades of summer
will still be succulent and the bare lips of sheep will graze
then s**t on the lilacs. Because silence will detach us from
our brains. "How dreary to be a known entity. How public like a frog"
Dickinson wrote.

I am complacent living in this old house
the one with the puzzling drawers that will not close themselves.
Addressing poems to the unknown like the "wisdom" ghats 
that haunt a bowl of banana's and are dazzled
by the ample geography of what scent

itself when un-flung, is longed for. To ripen is to go forward'.
To enter the landscapes of the painting from the interchangeable bottom.
They've whispered to themselves. They've entered the barbaric yawp
over the roofs of the world. Even as we've thrust the dead
looms of the nightingale's to the November winds of mortality.

So, let me tell you about the person I met in Kroger's last night.
10 minutes later:   Never mind.

© 2019 h d e rushin


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Your imagery comes from such sky-high imagination -- this is something I strive for constantly & for you it looks like it comes naturally. I was first tangled by your death/flowers/grass/sheepshit logic. I honestly do not care to be remembered after I die. That's why your irreverence feels so refreshing toward those who get all worked up about dying. And the banana gnats -- that's the kind of imagery I crave, punching it forth from my own imagination, but never as crisp as this. As an older person, I marvel at how much the worry of dying consumes older people (not me). I love how your poem thumbs its nose at this ridiculous concern. If you're not busy living, then you're already dying (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 4 Years Ago


h d e rushin

4 Years Ago

I'm a crazy person Margie. Cant get a date to save my life. Cant make potato salad. Haven't made a q.. read more
barleygirl

4 Years Ago

I wish I could've OWNED my uniqueness earlier in life, like you . . .
Dana you are a consummate expressionist your ability to take mundane and make masterpieces from it is amazing! The art of your voice is truly one of my favorites in here the brutal honesty of it makes for such beautiful truths in the contrasts of the expression long after the initial read like an echo of honesty. something tells me your words are gonna keep blooming long after your hand stops moving across the pages! by the way I miss my Krogers

Posted 4 Years Ago


h d e rushin

4 Years Ago

dearest Bad...thank you again for your kind words my friend.....and happy thanksgiving to you...ps.... read more
There is so much to love in this world, there are times I am saddened that the humblest little pebble will outlast me by millennia; though it pleases me that flowers will still bloom when I am but memory.

Overall, I am satisfied, that among other, more pressing matters, I have the time to be a poet, (of sorts,) and in the same manner as your little 'wisdom gnats,' are dazzled by the ample geography of scent, I am equally dazzled by the beauty of words.

Beccy.

I am sorry to hear about your brother.

Posted 4 Years Ago


h d e rushin

4 Years Ago

my brother did not want to live anymore Beccy. He had had enough. And sadly this situation is repeat.. read more
how do you do it, dana?
continually...you delve so well into the mind and make-up of the poet...what causes us to sustain our existence, living on the edge of something all the time...the world of broken things that we must fix or live with...and i spend so much time at Kroger's ....perhaps older folks like me shop to get out of the house.
To socialize...
I am ripening...maybe over ripening....and i have several drawers with the past in them that won't quite close.
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


h d e rushin

4 Years Ago

your poetry is deep and honest Jacob. Is that ripening? Ginsberg said, "why write about landscapes? .. read more

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