take us, involucrum.

take us, involucrum.

A Poem by h d e rushin

 

 

 

The two of us, drawn into this; animal spirits of physical sensation.

Touching cheeks as if something loved

 

could fasten the symbol of purity to the soul,

as in that makebelieve island in the whir

 

rich, oily or sweet

in the froth of deep color; small ababbcc things in the

rhyme royal.

 

Perhaps I once believed in you, so young, knowing parallelogram

from affluent roses of the equal sided smile.

 

Delta blues stitches to sorrow just as the

animist shore holds the existence of our bodies in

 

the same invention as our secret writings. I can be unforgiving,

judged as the songbird, will-o-the-wisp,

 

and it won't unfasten our night of silver and evidence. Of how

you chose to be mine, eventhough me, unprintable and obscene

 

unfit and balding,

down the never-ending stem of virescence and red streaked,

 

virtu.

admitting a middle-aged man into the garden of tendril-climbing

leaves with bluish-back berries as his eyes.

 

Sometimes I see the little girl I met

preserved in vinegar.

 

Sometimes I don't/

© 2012 h d e rushin


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Thought provoking. clever. Incredible imagery. And I like your stlye,
and you know how to finish it. Those last two stanzas? sublime.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Either I havent been paying enough attention or I missed the boat when it comes to your writing style. This is probably the most unique piece/style I have come across on writerscafe. I'm still trying to figure out how you make it flow so freely.There is so much in this write that i cant believe it is so intense for such a short(ish) write.
The opening two lines are magnetic, drawing you into the world within your words. Excellent write.

Posted 12 Years Ago


intriguiging piece of free form writing. Which normally I would discount out of hand.However you drew me in to your chain of thought.
Your finale is superb

Posted 12 Years Ago


i wonder how any one person in their right mind could enter this place and read these words and not leave a comment in the little box

it's such a perfect place to find oneself after the storms have gone away

Posted 12 Years Ago



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A Poem by h d e rushin



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