dear Donna

 

 

 

Dear Donna:

 

 

tell me the story about love again when you obey the un-rational

and encourage lovers to talk freely about personal experiences.

tell me about giving in to the ghost of sensation and understanding.

tell me of the land where grown folk say thank you for being loved

 

then kiss the stink of morning. concerning early childhood,

is heartache pre-determined like attractiveness

or wanting to till the garden? doe's childhood play

 

prepare the day when un-love comes. my crossdressing friends

refer to each-other as girls. by girls they don't mean  origin

or traits. only that form and love's future history

 

can be abstracted to mean design and self discovery. perhaps they

are right Donna. perhaps love

 

was never a story in the first place. just a stumbled upon poem

you dare not capitalize.

 

Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

What I often find in our mutual friend Ken Simm's poetry (and, indeed, in the good jacob's as well) is the long-dead notion of poetry as instructional, a textbook if you will. There is much of that in this piece as well, although I remember none of my textbooks being imbued with such magic.

[h d e rushin]

thank you wk....for an insight that only you alone can share......dana

[Ken Simm.]

This has starkness and richness. That is an incredible skill you have dana. Before I forget that last line about it never being a story is just unadulterated class and genius in my book. I'm loath to say I agree with WK (because he mentions me) but I too find this, (as I so often do with your gems) instructional and more. Why do we? Yet we always do. But most of us can't write about it as well as this.

[h d e rushin]

thank you so much Ken......dana

[Rosalind Gale]

Baby, baby, baby, light my way. You are my dream, my un-written poet, my useless words, my daring to be just me. The fire in your little soul. Your poems make cries inside. Words are all you and me have, and how I love to read yours when the opportunity arises. Long spun silence, but I love your poetry. Don't forget.

My love to you -
Rosa
-x-

[h d e rushin]

beloved: I have missed you terribly. Thanks for stopping by to visit me...love always...dana

[Paul Bell]

Love is the top leaf on the tree, spoiled only by hurricane life blowing you down.
But would you go through it again, probably.

[h d e rushin]

well said and so well thought out Paul Bell. thanks for stopping by to visit me....dana

[Lyn Anderson]

This is brilliant. And not cynical. Honest and real.

[h d e rushin]

thank you so much KL....and good afternoon to you....

[Lyn Anderson]

You are welcome, and I think your thoughts spurred on my own -- I just wrote a story of my righteous twelve year old self.

[CD Campbell]

Hey Dana, I remember back in high school I wrote a poem to this girl named Donna. She was super hot at the time. When I gave it to her she just had this dumb look on her face like it was piece of paper with a foreign language written on it. Kind of hurtful. I think she later married a guy that was milquetoast in my opinion. Your title reminded me of that.
Sometimes I think as poets we put "love" on this high pedestal. It's all that bullshit about love conquering all. While the ones we want to believe as we do compare the emotion to a tasty chicken sandwich. It's only a necessary feeling when it's beneficial for them. It's not as sacred. On the upside, it's that kind of passion that we attach to that makes us who we are and what we write. It's a trade off where we do get hurt more often than others, but what flows from us makes me think we got the better end of the deal. I appreciate you and your brilliance. CD

[h d e rushin]

thank you CD for those remarks and that keen observation. I'm growing older, which means I am not sure how to process love the way the naïve process the newness of all things. I am old enough to recognize passion when it decides to come by to visit me...
As always I am honored to write along side of you my friend..........dana

[m.s.early]

i like the play on capitalize. are we referring to punctuation or the making the most of?

and as usual you strike a nerve in the art form as well as the art. this is poetry of the poem's meta-data, it's properties and methods. you bring me in every time.

[h d e rushin]

thank you so much m.s.early for those words of kindness and inspiration......dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"a stumbled upon poem"

were we pre-destined to be poets? i do imagine we were predestined to have heartache...that's just the way of love...

perhaps we just shouldn't capitalize the word "love"---ever.

[h d e rushin]

thank you Jacob......for those wonderful remarks dear friend.//dana