My Grandfathers love letter

My Grandfathers love letter

A Poem by h d e rushin

Were I you and you a morsel of me, since we,
they say, have the same shoulders and
whose wounded spoils cling to memory
as if it too could come close enough to
touch. 

If I could tell you how Grandma didn't want life
after you had lived yours. How those last days
were just a nodding beast of wrinkled , wounded
maiden. Others said she hummed the tunes
again; she sang when she thought that you were
there

tall again, not hunched but with squirrel and bream
and the stink of the entrails , nothing else could
cloud the bisquits swirling with the sharp bones
for the cats huddled under the Chinaberry tree
and

the wooden swing with Marigolds beneath each plank
like a rush of yellow maroon xylophones / all nearest
the well where the water came up from beneath the earth
as pure as soft voices.

Mother says our scowl  is the same as when the mule
fell on her front legs and wouldn't move or the tobacco
worms would face north, The women knew
that Jesus was responding to your will, not ours. You learned
to write only in your code yet

it is enough to say you wrote enough with love, since true love binds together
word and deed when white lightnin makes the world
spin close and the sun swallows the half moon over the woods
and the fine, tapered leaves therein. 

© 2021 h d e rushin


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So moving were your lines. I slowed down and paused when reading of your Grandmother's grief after her loss. Penetrated my heart it did to think that she didn't want to live on after his passing. Interwoven with nature, this was beautiful to read on a night when I am sleepless. Thank you.

Chris

Posted 1 Month Ago


h d e rushin

1 Month Ago

thank you Chris...every night is a sleepless one for me these days. So much so, that if I go to bed .. read more
Not fair; that's twice now in the same 24 hours that I have cried; first because of Gee's poem 'memorial,' and now because of these achingly beautiful lines.

Five years or so ago you reviewed my poem 'Park Benches,' and you wrote that my last stanza was as important as any love poem can conger or imagine, and that the poem was 'as good as modern love poetry gets..'

Here, I must repay that wonderful comment a hundred fold.

Beccy. X

Posted 2 Months Ago


h d e rushin

1 Month Ago

dearest: love poems require an exigency, even a critical period of expression by the reader. Because.. read more
So kind and so beautiful my friend.
"it is enough to say you wrote enough with love, since true love binds together
word and deed when white lightnin makes the world
spin close and the sun swallows the half moon over the woods
and the fine, tapered leaves therein. "
I loved the above lines. I miss the days of love letters. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 2 Months Ago


h d e rushin

2 Months Ago

I miss the days of letters of any kind my friend. Who and what have we become as humans when only te.. read more
Coyote Poetry

2 Months Ago

I kept my old love letters. Reminders, I knew love once. A letter from family. I would keep in my po.. read more
"chinaberry tree"...dang...this poem took me back to a place I haven't seen in a long time. You took me back to another era. A time when my great grandfather bought a mule from another man and ending up having to change his lunch break because the mule was used to a different lunchtime and refused to work. There was an emptiness that gave this poem a profound effect. The negative space says almost as much as the images you have painted.

Posted 2 Months Ago


h d e rushin

2 Months Ago

the combustion engine made the mule, with it's uncommunicative spirit and stubborn constitution obso.. read more
I like the way you write, I've looked at your writes and i really like this one. Love the detail. I found quite a sentimental piece in this write. nicely written.

Posted 2 Months Ago


h d e rushin

2 Months Ago

thank you so much Just Kim for those kind words....dana
I'm the most unsentimental person you'll ever meet & I've had no curiosity about my family history, but at this moment, I'm feeling a distinct lack of having cared about any of this stuff becuz it makes for an amazing poem. Being bipolar & self-absorbed, I never paid attention to people the way you'd have to, to write something like this. Beyond the tapestry your words weave so richly & with many dimensions, I also see YOU & your powers of observation, to which I most humbly bow forevermore (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 2 Months Ago


h d e rushin

2 Months Ago

dearest: the "story telling part" of poetry, the part that takes the declarations from past events a.. read more
my dad wasn't a poet, but in his way, he wrote love letters to my mom with his actions...every one.
Once she was gone....he lost the will to write anything.
He lost purpose.
she was his purpose.
for me now, they are both soft voices in my memory...God, I miss them.
This poem really moves me.
It seems those generations most often mated for good, for better for worse and forever.
j.

Posted 2 Months Ago


h d e rushin

2 Months Ago

Interesting concept jacob. to mate for good and forever. We will never see those faces or those time.. read more
it is enough to say you wrote enough with love, since true love binds together
word and deed when white lightnin makes the world
spin close and the sun swallows the half moon over the woods
and the fine, tapered leaves therein.

Your words crowd the mind in a special way yet magnify emotions, dana, They display thoughts, words and graphics till the sad truth of Love in its final shapes and shadows becomes uniquely and utterly precious. Beautiful sadness.

Posted 2 Months Ago


h d e rushin

2 Months Ago

thank you my dearest.....dana

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