219. Poetry: Series: Couples: 2. Dori and Ron
2. Cousin Dori and Ron the day of Aunt Esther’s Funeral August 2006
Dori’s been through 2 marriages;
the first seemed normal enough,
to Jay, a college professor.
But it ended. Childless.
And then there was the second, to a rock musician,
who also had been through a previous marriage;
They produced a son together and
raised him on the milk of
“The Sex Pistols,” and on various forms of
second hand smoke,
causing him to suffer from attention deficit disorder;
he went on meds so he could function in school.
No one could figure out why the first marriage ended
and why the second one lasted as long as it did,
considering the drugs, and that he didn’t work,
and she, a professional,
supported them and bought them a home
in Madison, Wisconsin (which state law gave him half of
and she had to furiously buy him out.)
The eventual disintegration yielded hatred and
disgust from an unforgiving wife and son.
Then in her 50’s she found Ron.
She was still
long and lanky, with bangs,
but her hair had begun to turn grey.
When I saw her at her mother’s funeral,
the grey had been poorly dyed to a washed-out brown.
She was now 60, and on this day, distraught.
Ron stood by her side. He enveloped her in his arms
making her look small and vulnerable during the funeral service.
She was.
He rested his arm on the back of the bench and created a niche for her
to take refuge in. She was like a bird that had fallen
from a nest with an injured wing, without a mother to comfort her.
She yielded to his protection,
his strength, his wholeness.
He pulled her close
never thinking that
she was Jewish and he was Christian,
that she was born in New York, and he was from Minnesota,
that she was a Democrat and he, a Republican.
It mattered not that she was thin, and he was beefy and encompassing.
They were a comfort to one another in the battlefield of opposites.
They balanced, leaned on, supported, nurtured, and fed off
all that they could find positive within their differences.
After the funeral, and a mourning meal in her mother’s back yard,
they stood together, entwined in front of the house,
a house that will soon likely be sold to developers, and demolished.
This was the house where she grew up, that she left for failed marriages,
that she came back to, now, as an orphan.
The moon was rising;
when the pale light touched their faces
it blurred the past into the present,
and cast the solidity of their forms into one large shadow
before them and revealed
what wasn’t clear in the brightness of the sun;
that Ron was only in his 30’s,
and that the long shadow they created,
mirrored the length
of their future.
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sigh. this is marvellous. a beautiful and heartwarming poem. nice one.
Wednesday April 30, 2008 – 12:52pm (EST)
You had my full attention…Romantic, dysfunctional, suspenseful, emotional, and more…Great!
Wednesday April 30, 2008 – 11:12am (EDT)
Wednesday April 30, 2008 – 03:50pm (EDT)
In just a few words I was feeling worried/exhausted for and about yur cousin’s life and the struggles with her marriages, and then warmed and relaxed when I got near the end.
Wednesday April 30, 2008 – 05:52pm (EDT)
your poems and writings are so good and always interesting thanks again
Wednesday April 30, 2008 – 08:24pm (EDT)
Your writing always captivates me and transports me into the picture you paint! You are so talented! Wonderful poem!
Wednesday April 30, 2008 – 08:30pm (EDT)
This is beautiful. Poetry in prose, the ordinary image made extraordinary by your insightful exposition of the emotions and character of the people you write about and the clarification of the context of the image. Many thanks for sharing this with us…
Thursday May 1, 2008 – 10:37am (EST)
Magically touching poetry and story, Sue. Reflects the true complexity of lives – and loves. And reflects your perceptive sensitivity too. I love it!
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Very very beautiful, particularly ‘…the long shadow they created, mirrored the length of their future’. Very well said…
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starfishred wrote on Apr 29, ’08
This was the house where she grew up, that she left for failed marriages,
that she came back to, now, as an orphan.The moon was rising; when the pale light touched their faces it blurred the past into the present, and cast the solidity of their forms into one large shadow before them and revealed what wasn’t clear in the brightness of the sun; that Ron was only in his 30’s, and that the long shadow they created, mirrored the length of their future. This is the part I like Life is short at best such a wonderful poem thanks |
lauritasita wrote on Apr 29, ’08
Beautiful poem as usual, and I love happy endings.
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meerkatz007 wrote on Apr 29, ’08
Loved it, I somehow got the picture … before the ending. I saw there was a younger man.
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“what wasn’t clear in the brightness of the sun;
that Ron was only in his 30’s,” i am as unclear as the Sun above. can i rest assured that she is in peace, though the poem says so or is it a continuous trial once again is it for that palacious house that Ron bargained? is it really a sympathy that Ron took to one who is nearly double his age or is it the background of riches that made him take her? the poem is realistic and i am very much sure, hidden fathom deep is reality here. |
sanssouciblogs wrote on Apr 29, ’08
They are 2 souls who found each other. Age and money don’t matter. It just “works.” The house has been demolished and 4 houses are being built in their stead. Dori hasn’t lived in NY in many years; she’s in the Midwest. He is too. When you see them together, nothing matters. It seems that in today’s society here, age is not longer an issue. I like that. It’s about time.
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danceinsilence wrote on Apr 29, ’08, edited on Apr 29, ’08
What struck me most was this single line … ‘They were a comfort to one another in the battlefield of opposites’.
That no matter their opposite lives, they came together in that secular moment and nothing else became important except for that time and space. This seemed to strengthen the ending … that Ron was only in his 30’s, and that the long shadow they created, mirrored the length. … now that is writing! |
knightstar wrote on Apr 29, ’08
When I was a young man, I went with several women older than myself by quite a number of years. Now that I’m older myself, what would I do–would I pick someone around my own age or a woman considerably younger? Well, since I’ve been with my partner for 27 years and will probably remain with her, I guess I’ll never know. Great poem, Sue–you have a unique style.
–M |
sanssouciblogs wrote on Apr 29, ’08
knightstar said
When I was a young man, I went with several women older than myself by quite a number of years. Now that I’m older myself, what would I do–would I pick someone around my own age or a woman considerably younger? Well, since I’ve been with my partner for 27 years and will probably remain with her, I guess I’ll never know. Great poem, Sue–you have a unique style. Thanks so much!
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millimusings wrote on Apr 29, ’08
Sue you have captured this cousins life to a tee. What a well written biography in verse. the best of course is the last part where she finds her soul mate her other even though he to some might have appeared no match, the perfect match for each other they appear to be from your brilliantly told story.
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lynnpolarity wrote on Apr 29, ’08
oh wow… the enveloping, l almost cried for her.
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sanssouciblogs wrote on Apr 29, ’08
Thanks for the wonderful comments. This is a true story, like all my work. The face of couples has changed so much, parameters for relationships have expanded. I never showed her this, as I reread it, I was a bit reluctant. One never knows how another will respond.
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sweetpotatoqueen wrote on Apr 30, ’08
and that the long shadow they created,
mirrored the length of their future. Oh…I hope their future together is long!! This work of yours adresses what many of us wonder about the seemingly “odd couple”…..those couples that are perfect for each other despite the fact they have nothing in common. As always, you take you readers right there with you on your journey with the abilty to capture the moment with your words. Thank you my friend….enjoyed my time here so much! |
Older people here used to say: “Marriage is a lottery!” I found myself opposing to that, strongly claiming that one can have the relationship or marriage he/she wants, by making the right choice and under consideration! Until I had my first relationship, which, although it seemed to have great potentials, faded out and left no mark – like it has never existed….. Some years later, after two more affairs, I got married to a man that I had never considered as a partner before, although I knew him from school!!! Ever since, our common life makes me support what the elderly said… Now, your poem has strongly reminded it to me! Yes, eventually, marriage can be a lottery, where only time can show if you won anything or not!… I’m glad for the second chance your aunt had!!! 🙂
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bostonsdandd wrote on Apr 30, ’08
A poem about hope for the ones who have none :os. Very nicely done, my friend! Thanks for sharing this with us.
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sanssouciblogs wrote on Apr 30, ’08
Dori is actually my husband’s cousin…
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knightstar wrote on May 1, ’08
sanssouciblogs said
It seems that in today’s society here, age is not longer an issue. I like that. It’s about time. Of course, some things, such as sex, are intergenerational. But, what happens if they decide to discuss old TV shows?
–M |
asolotraveler wrote on May 1, ’08
a wonderful requiem….
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sanssouciblogs wrote on May 1, ’08
Thank you to all, I appreciate each and every comment
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tulipsinspring wrote on May 6, ’08
Oh I love the ending!!! It’s as you said in your comments, two souls found each other, and nothing else matters. Beautiful and vivid as always. I hope they are still happy together, and I think from your description that they are. Loved this!!!!
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