sift between what's left.

sift between what's left.

A Poem by h d e rushin

someone I loved
wanted their root beer, no ice.
Between what proceeds and follows,
I am stronger now, I swear,  than before.
Yet there are still those moments.
But like any good guppy
I blamed my morbid fear
on the sea. 

How the waves crafted it's own truth
around my thighs. It was me, I thought
responsible. Tearful at all suffering.
Balling at the first raindrop. Writing
letters to a father dead for 25 years.

Ironically, no God placed his palm
against such easy gradations. No profuse
blood lowered it's liver down towards
my wounds, consequence. No lightning
struck the head board that my ankles were
fastened to. The chains

through my tongue ring didn't stop me
from calling out your name in the dark. No goblins
larger than the night hung from my window sill
like Sugar Babies stuck to the roof of my
mouth. Just playhouse

and all the things related to it waltz by like
they never knew what's left of me:
Baby oil and myth
your majesty,
both human and divine.

© 2021 h d e rushin


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This is a darker poem with the feeling of being trapped. Stuck in situations or a fraud to move away from them all in the same. Screaming for answers with no resolution or divine intervention

Posted 1 Month Ago


h d e rushin

1 Month Ago

I agree with this assessment....that of being "dark" of course. So I bought a bunch of fake hummingb.. read more
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
I love your poetry, this one has such a depth that only people like us can understand. As much as I scream what happens to me does not define who I am, that I won't let it...but an honest part in me says it does because it makes us emotionally unavailable, it makes us emotionally fragile, it makes us fearful of eye contact with strangers and lovers alike, it makes us become raging elephants at the thought of someone thinking for a moment we are weak, or to be pitied, or victims of circumstance. All these things we tell ourselves are not true, all these labels we will not wear yet we do behind our smiles.
i wish I could give this one 1 billion trillion points. It still would not be enough.

Posted 2 Months Ago


h d e rushin

1 Month Ago

so true my love...and just imagine what life was like 40 years ago or during the great depression wh.. read more
Intriguing poem, I would love to understand the context behind it. A line that really stuck out to me was "How the waves crafted it's own truth around my thighs." Overall, beautiful imagery, compelling diction, very expressive writing!

Posted 2 Months Ago


h d e rushin

2 Months Ago

thank you dearest for those kind remarks....dana

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A Poem by h d e rushin