sundowning

sundowning

A Poem by h d e rushin

she didn't have much in her flat; milk crates for furniture,
a few can goods from her last visit to the pantry. An X-con
lover who threatened to hit her is she told. We raised
our eyebrows when we heard his name on the radio. His
underarms were hairy where he rubbed his Old Spice
must he have been like the brown bear that
found the bark of an old elm??
 Mermaids have real emotions she told us.
He had a long line of needle tracks where he/we
use to shoot up smack over the donkey tattoo
with the arrow thru it's beak. It's the first of August
and we've not seen a single lady bug all year. Covid
my daddy says. But she told my sister that she
loved him, the way he kissed the nap of her neck;
the way his jeans sagged: sometimes the morning doves
aren't really in search of anything, just singing.
He tore her new pantyhose on purpose. "You crazy"
we/he would say. But ain't it funny how loneliness
drips like the glisten from the cicles in the room
that Walt Whitman shared? How it appears
like sun-downing until even the poet believes
that the radio is the dawn rising and darkness
is nothing but an empty room. Don't bother
trying to understand what another person means by love.
And if you do, i don't know what else to tell you.

© 2020 h d e rushin


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I had "it" and "it" was so very confusing... i lost days i'm pretty sure I was in the room but that's about "it" If i hear his voice i'm not just disgusted anymore... I shudder:/ People keep asking me when i'm going to let the people back in to my restaurant and all I say is... when the curve is really flattened! I can't justify commerce for even the slightest thought of killing a person and I cant help but ask myself why do they? that's some kind of love:/ good to see you stirring about miss Dana hope your family is doing better!

Posted 3 Years Ago


h d e rushin

3 Years Ago

dearest: We are all as safe as time will allow us to be...and all still calling this earth our home... read more
Hello, friend. What a lovely surprise to see you still here! So many I knew have left to write elsewhere or perhaps not to.
I am so happy to read you. I remember now how much I enjoy your words, images, thoughts. I believe Old Spice has been 'updated' - as to not be so, well, dated. I always quite liked the colors on the bottle.
I hope you have kept healthy during these days.
Rosa
-x-


Posted 3 Years Ago


h d e rushin

3 Years Ago

It is so good to hear your voice Rosalind..I've missed you terribly. Yes, i am still around and stil.. read more
"her is she told" typo "If" , loved "His underarms were hairy where he rubbed his Old Spice
must he have been like the brown bear that found the bark of an old elm??"
gah I love the smell of Old spice and Nautical, it will make you follow a stranger around " Ross dress for less"
and embarrass yourself when you are stalking her and stopping her to ask what she is wearing it is amazing!
Her smile was priceless when she beamingly confessed to wearing her husbands Nautical, the females version of Nautical just does not smell the same!" she says...and it is true. It's a funny thing Dana, when you fall in love, the wife beaters always wear a different face in the beginning and then if you love them you are so far in it's hard to pry yourself out again, especially when fear is involved. Love doesn't just go when you tell it to, when your mind is reeling that this intricate part of your being has become something to fear, it just keeps loving anyway. Love is an uncontrollable energy, only time can change it into something more manageable but once in there it doesn't just go away by demand or need. It's always in there, it's like addiction, your mind and self worth has to be stronger than the pull or fear of being alone or without that attachment, soul is esurient

Posted 3 Years Ago


h d e rushin

3 Years Ago

My dad wore Old Spice on his special occasions. I remember the square bottle with the twist open top.. read more
Corset

3 Years Ago

I know what it isn't , it isn't something that can be bought, or dressed up it's knowing whatever bo.. read more
Love comes in many difference guises and manifests itself in so many different ways to different people; that's why it is so confusing; especially to others who cannot see the attraction.

I really enjoyed this poem Dana, so much truth in it; and the title was a perfect match.

Stay safe and well.

Beccy.

Posted 3 Years Ago


h d e rushin

3 Years Ago

sadly Covid 19 hit my family hard....But i am saf30e...But i agree Beccy. Love is an uncontrollable .. read more
dana,
this sent me on a journey....track marks, the tattoos the love she has despite the treatment...
the eternal understanding of his misunderstanding.
why do we love those who are meanest to us...we stand by them no matter what.
I love the he/we...as if the speaker is trying to distance from him or herself...
the "we" indicating the identification with the abusive subject...at the same time.
Love is shown in the most peculiar ways at times...
j.

Posted 3 Years Ago


h d e rushin

3 Years Ago

"love is shown in the most peculiar ways at times." that's the truth my friend...thanks for your ki.. read more

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