"the spirit of the deep keep watch"

In my daughter's old schoolyard, the building boarded up now

with curly dock and eclipta growing thru the brick walkway

like those brown folk in Gauguin's   Polynesian journeys,

next to the chop shop that, according to Ms. Walker, was

raided three times this calendar year. She makes a motion

with her teeth out, of engines and transmissions sitting in

their oil and trans fluid like a kind of burgundy blood that

will not dry. The post for the wire fencing standing erect,

one bent  by an Alero  in sudden reverse; the fence long

stolen by the scrapers. Nearest where the pit-bull strains his chain

between blue moons and ambulance sirens; it is his

ceremony of interring. His way of finding freedom and

perhaps some interlude of love. What else could it be?

What else can anything be but love if you do it all the time?

If you do it until it chokes you?

Reviews

[m.s.early]

Every time I read your poetry I find myself disturbed, like there has been a splinter in my finger that I didn't realize was there until just now. And admittedly, I'm a little embarrassed that it went unnoticed until now.

You write lines that are meant for the soul and the poetry is eternal because of it.

[h d e rushin]

thank you so much x and kindly described my friend...dana

[Reflexion]

Beautiful juxtaposition of images of innocence and experience, and hope and the endless battle to maintain it. I love the format you chose to express yourself as well. Thanks for you view and your words! Namaste!

[h d e rushin]

thank you so much Reflexion (oh how I love that name of yours) for those kind remarks my friend....dana

[Reflexion]

Thank you! Check out some of my work and throw me some thoughts if you get a moment. Want to try to self-publish my first volume before the new year. My blog gives the title and forward to the book. It's divided into four sections: Birth...Death..Clarity...and Rebirth. Look forward to continued conversations! Be well!

[HippieSoulPunx]

Wow, powerful words, especially the ending, very hard-hitting. I love how a lot of this is rooted in reality, describing this little world perfectly as the poem builds up to its ending. Beautifully done :)

[h d e rushin]

thank you so much.....

[dartanyon jonez]

Vividly specific. Thank you for the journey.

[h d e rushin]

thank you so much dartanyon jonez for stopping by to visit me....dana

[dartanyon jonez]

I'm still learning how to maneuver the site, but I'll definitely be back!

[Emily B]

oh, oh, you always do that - the sharp pain in my chest that comes from finding a sudden truth

[h d e rushin]

thank you my love and good Sunday afternoon to you.....dana

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful us of words and thoughts. So many lines jumps at you. You create place, situation and people. I like how you led to the question in the end. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[h d e rushin]

thank you Coyote for those kind words my friend.....dana

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[W.k.kortas]

Gauguin and chop-shops and pit bulls. Man, the places that love takes you.

[h d e rushin]

thank you my dear friend....for the visit and the remarks....dana

[Ken Simm.]

This is rooted description that takes the reader beyond the writings of someone who knows an area well into a poet who knows his place as well as he knows his own mind. A remarkable composition.

[h d e rushin]

thank you Ken for those kind words my friend....dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"chokes you like a clogged carburetor, and the old engine dies and goes to the scrapyard...the boot hill of automobiles, full of memories, and if we listen hard enough...the sound of engines roaring in the past.

[h d e rushin]

thanks Jacob for those kind remarks my friend....dana