eternity explained.

My X

says that if she didn't dye her hair this golden monocotyledonous eelgrass

and if the wind did not weave the gray, greige leftover baby-hairs

into the dried stems of the Blues

that she would come back to me, when dead,

as the witch of energy to loot my pampered existence

and to scratch to bleeding whatever left over poems from my eyes. Well,

I really don't need that s**t to happen. So if

I see her as the auburn-blond Beyonce'

with those edible breasts, who's breath just happens to stink

in the terrycloth housecoat, splitting my

all-beef kielbasa into quarters. And if her

toes are splayed in her Bullwinkle house shoes

with the moose missing an eye,

then i have learned to disregard the dreams

i deem eternal.

Reviews

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

Nothing more heartbreaking than a relationship gone to hell ...

[alan peter kelly]

Halitosis is a frightful thing...and Bullwinkle house shoes conjured many pleasant memories. "Hey Rocky!! Watch me pull a rabbit outta my hat!!! Gotta get myself a new hat!" enjoyed this in it's every entirety, length, breadth, depth...and humour.

[h d e rushin]

thank you dearest Alan.....for those kind words...dana

[Beccy]

Looking in the mirror that's what. Each time we pass a tiny little piece of us is transferred and remains there for all eternity.

And dreams are never to be disregarded.

Beccy.

[h d e rushin]

i'm so glad your still around here my love...I thought at first that you had left the cafe....thanks for those kind remarks....dana

[redzone]

one of the very first poems I have read from you h d e and now I am cursed to read you even more.. (this is a good curse by the way) damn, and here I thought I had X difficulties... seems like you haunt each other still and it has already been an eternity... double damn... love those Bullwinkle slippers by the way, fortunately mine have both eyes... lol.. it's my Rocky flying hat that is a bit frayed... the X stomped on it a few times.. anyway, a delightfully witchy poem and I do believe you will bleed more poetry from those eyes of yours... and I will enjoy reading them...

redzone

[h d e rushin]

recently had my internet restored. I should have done it sooner if these kind words were awaiting me. Thank you again redzone.

[Troy Henson]

The power of those that choose not to let go and in turn want us to pay for what ever it is that they are feeling is an unfortunate aspect of life sometimes and often one sided.

[Corset]

"and to scratch to bleeding whatever left over poems from my eyes"

well now, I guess that makes two of us

[h d e rushin]

I recited one of your poems the other day for a workshop i'm attending...They were blown away, 17 and 18 year olds who think that poetry is "just" another apt on their smart phones. I love you so much.....dana

[Corset]

wow, i'm flattered, and thanks honey. I cant imagine anyone reciting my poetry, but the thought sure makes me shine :) Muah!!

[Emily B]

i spent many years cursing witchcraft, but i think there is something eternal in the curse as much as the dream

[Michael X]

Wow, so poetically inclined to be a vision of absconder, the bewitchment of the feeling, I really feel into the environment of the feeling that expresses a lifetime, of grief, learning and moving on. So poetic and powerful!

[h d e rushin]

Michael X, thank you my friend for stopping by to visit me....love you...dana

[emmajoy]

'.. 'she would come back to me, when dead, ~ as the witch of energy to loot my pampered existence.. '

Part of me read the above, eyebrows raised in sordid surprise. 'What the diddledy dum ?!' The slightly larger half of me - if you know what i mean, laughed, seeing the hair, shoes and unusual cerebral dimensions of a figure once beloved and desired but now returning to haunt your heartbeats.

Why do you ever bewilder but bewitch my innocent mind, poet!

[h d e rushin]

dearest emmajoy: Thank you my friend for finding me with those wonderful words....love you forever...dana