Mahogany Rush


It is starting to rain now, the jagged tops of the Flatirons disappearing in a Mahogany sky, swirls of vapor dragging down across the Boulder valley, the other world, is coming to Boulder in the rain!

Mahogany rush came through the May evening, just before it began to rain. The brown clouds move slowly over Boulder decreasing my heartbeat in its place. Indulgences of a figure moving quickly, giving moisture to my mouth, and then running slowly, with wetness, cold fumes are running south. A minute of amber liquid, not certain a chocolate stout, and outside it moves to rain. And all along the Front Range the rush came, sweet mahogany, a lower feeling, more stories moving from thunder to grace. Most of the time I see disappointment, a great deal of the time I feel blue. Matters not though really for in Mahogany I see truth. And truth is an answer that’s mellow better than youth. Only once in your life do you feel young enough, to know you’re really you.

Mahogany rush filled all the sky, crushed my ego in my view. Came sweeping through the St. Vrain grail, in glacier waters so blue. Said she wanted me forever, but first I must be new, like that of a young man seeking, that greater point of view. For life has an answer, when sometimes you do not have one clue. So, fill me with your storm clouds, and rain a story in my view. For Mahogany rushes me into heaven, draws its pictures in the rain, this back and forth endeavor. I feel somehow different, what is it I have gained. Though I may have my reasons, though I may have my pride, still I will tell you in dusk filled redness, mahogany rushes still inside.

Mahogany rush was naked, in the streams of a mountain side, a bad side of goodness, that laughed when I cried. But still she took me to her, and nursed me and made me try, for love is softer than silence, and sex is a man whose soul is tried. And sometimes the steppes of Longs Peak, brings me to its side, says the ghost of mystery, look to my clouds underside. For rain it is your mystery, words your heart without lies. Let all my mahogany rush gasping from out your inside. From out your inside! – 05.31.2018 – דָנִיֵּאל

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70 thoughts on “Mahogany Rush

  1. ❤ this!!! I am in love with your words. "Said she wanted me forever, but first I must be new, like that of a young man seeking, that greater point of view. For life has an answer, when sometimes you do not have one clue" ❤

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  2. Dear Daniel, of course I would have to comment on this wonderful piece of writing. I believe somewhere I have mentioned to you before about my love affair with the rain, and all I believe it teaches us. You have such a lesson here, and as you always do, you have imprinted it in my heart. ❤ Ruby

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    • Dear Ruby, of course I remember your thoughts on rain, I just can’t remember the piece now we were discussing. 😉 Thank you my friend as always for your kind words about my writing. Wishing you a wonderful weekend ahead. 🙂 Daniel

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      • Daniel I believe it was the piece on Melancholia but I will have to look it up. Where ever it is it was a great conversation. As always your welcome, and I wish you a wonderful weekend as well. ❤

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  3. You must be an extremely visual person Daniel. I was thinking as I was reading I can see this, his actual feeling is standing out. I felt like I was reading a modern fine art print. Well done my friend and happy Friday.

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  4. Daniel, this wonderful work of yours, like so many that you write feels like a conversational piece between you and someone out there, nature, supernatural, muse another part of you deep. I love the style, because it presents a wonderful study of human nature and its relationship to something or someone around it that we all share. Well done.

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  5. My brother, you have as you often do captured a spirit for me in your writing to ponder over, and learn from. Your form of writing and thought I always admire, and when you capture feeling as you have here, I must read and re-read and know I will come out with an answer to some question I have somewhere. Thank you. Shabbat Shalom, Den

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  6. Daniel there are so many good lines in this post, I love your communication with nature and the way you intuit what is going on around you. My favorite line, “For Mahogany rushes me into heaven, draws its pictures in the rain, this back and forth endeavor. I feel somehow different, what is it I have gained. “. ❤

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  7. Daniel this is a picturesque setting you have displayed for me to enjoy and contemplate on this somewhat rainy morning here in WV. As always my friend you have done a great justice with your verbiage to the relationship between the spirit of man and nature.

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  8. Several good lines to contemplate on in this prose Daniel. I have been to the Boulder area during a storm before, lovely part of the country, helps me to understand the deepness of your writing.

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  9. I matched the words you wrote to the words of the beautiful song you placed so well with your written word. This is a lovely piece Daniel, somber in tone yet beautiful sweeping adjectives. You chose as many others have said one of the grandest settings for your thoughts. ❤

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  10. Very inspired! I love the richly colored mood it evokes.
    I feel the mountain and the rain. Sometimes, no matter how things are organically the same, they will never be the same again.

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