when i fell in love i pulled the front of the house off.

because I was scared, again, of being injured; of the sound.

In that way you fear pulling too hard on the zipper

of the sweater a dead aunt embroidered. Or looking

at the sun too long as if the eyes could kill themselves without your skull being aware.

Because this time, I want more workmanship

which is the same as demanding excessive delicacy.

Before I went to all  places slow since a lonely person goes

everywhere slowed down.

Before the demons of self-doubt come from behind

the dresser where the top of the Jergens lotion sill rests

on it's side like the hull of a shipwreck. Or from behind

freeway signs, to wag their fingers in my face

and say how silly you are to think it was love in the first place

and not just the house being spun on the fingertips of a Sinbad dragon

interminably   homesick for the sea.

Reviews

[TheBrish]

Beautifully crafted words. I really enjoyed this poem.

[h d e rushin]

thank you my friend for stopping by to visit me and for those kind words...dana

[Chunky the urban book a..]

I like your poems :) u should come check my book out its an urban book..it has drama sex pain and ect. All included I hope u come sho love

[h d e rushin]

I will. and thanks for stopping by....dana

[Audrey Murray]

this a fun read and somewhat cheeky I love it The details are eloquent never again will I be able to drive down a freeway seeing signs without fingers LOL
You have kept me fully engaged in the poem from begining to the end I have reread it several times well done

[h d e rushin]

thank you so much Audrey for those kind words my friend......dana

[HippieSoulPunx]

I really love your style, it's so unique and allows for so much creativity in the words. I feel like it's a beautiful juxtaposition of the everyday things with metaphors and fantasy. At least, that's the only way I can describe it, but regardless, it's beautiful. I really enjoyed reading this :)

[h d e rushin]

thank you so much HippieSoulPunx for those kind words.....and good Tuesday morning to you....dana

[Emily B]

i'm all mixed up today - could be there is a poem brewing - i hope so - been too long - and there has been so much rain - i know where inspired comes from now

i will be here more

[h d e rushin]

absence will do that to you and everyone else Ms Emily. Sometimes we find all the inspiration we need right here.....dana

[Emily B]

Right here ;)

[Aphy!]

Word play is amazing. I really love your work and your diversity is just amazing as well as your talent. All the pieces I've read (by you) all spoke to me in different ways and I thank you for that!
Aphy

[h d e rushin]

thank you my friend for those kind remarks....dana

[Coyote Poetry]

I love how you use the language.
"Before the demons of self-doubt come from behind
the dresser where the top of the Jergens lotion sill rests"
The poem left the reader with many things to think about. I did like the ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[h d e rushin]

thank you dear friend......I pop in and out just to see what's happening around here....dana

[Coyote Poetry]

My pleasure to read your work and you are welcome.

[B]

This is extremely creative
and it has so much humor to it
Doesn't it feel that way
when you fall in love
like pulling your vary house off
it is that risky
and scary

but like a beautiful ride
on a magical carpet
oh its worth it

i see the turmoil and internal questions of a mind thinking should i ?
You are amazing at bringing such an emotion through

[h d e rushin]

thank you so much Nisreen for those kind remarks my friend.....dana

[Beccy]

It's always love in the first place. Never mind money or power, or other irrelevant trappings; love is what makes the world turn. Sadly though, our facility to second guess what almost inevitably follows is all too often blindsided by that hackneyed but oh so true 'love is blind' syndrome and no amount of Jergens ultra healing lotion is of help.

As for delicacy and workmanship, they are almost impossible qualities to find in combination; though hope, as is the nature of the beast, springs eternal.

Beccy.

[h d e rushin]

so true Beccy my dear friend....thanks for those kind remarks.....dana

[W.k.kortas]

I am generally hesitant to go the "this is what the poem means" route, Pope's breaking the butterfly on the wheel and all that, but I am struck by the echoes of your final lines in Masters' "George Gray"--"It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid." That said, the late denizens of Spoon River tend to be straightforward in their speaking (one of the perogatives of the dead, I suppose) where there is much more layering here, much more of the business of the living--love, the demons of loneliness and self-doubt, and something of the nature of poetry and poets as well. In any case, it's you, and that is all which is necessary and sufficient.

[h d e rushin]

love your remarks my dear friend...thank you....dana