rivers of...

rivers of...

A Poem by h d e rushin

 

 

 

Does a river ever prove anything,

save magnetism or solace? Can it offer

a cure

as it's relationship to planets,

dada istic

gesellshaft;

mud baths to make the waist smoother?

Any Hindu salves

from it's fish spins for the organization of

secrets? Rivers can, and do dry up.

They flood themselves like

Grandmothers incontenence/

her town in the country.

They carried her out, the big men

in a boat, on their shoulders like

a serape of leather, yet she would

never admit to being rescued.

Spoke only of the sound of the

motorboat hissing; of how leaving

a place you love leaves a smell

when it's wet.

But I didn't believe her.

© 2014 h d e rushin


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i fell in love with a river in portland, those three days, or was it four of driving past to other things, was all it took, i never wanted to leave her, i wasn't even to the dark days yet, but somehow i knew that there in the depths was an answer

not a good one, but an answer

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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it can be a source of energy, soothing, often forgiving...They carried her out, the big men

in a boat, on their shoulders like

a serape of leather, yet she would

never admit to being rescued.

Never, lol, especially if they half drown her in the process. If you ever stop writing -that would be unforgivable.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i fell in love with a river in portland, those three days, or was it four of driving past to other things, was all it took, i never wanted to leave her, i wasn't even to the dark days yet, but somehow i knew that there in the depths was an answer

not a good one, but an answer

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The river swells/then collapses upon itself. And in-between we are drawn to her, want to live as close to her teat as possible, and if she turns over onto us? So be it.
Dana, I've missed how your poetry opens doors.

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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h d e rushin
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detroit, MI



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A Poem by h d e rushin