In the Blood

Brother Doug

Doug, my other brother, wasn’t as fortunate to stay in this world. Still, there is much to celebrate by his handling of the times when he lived here. Doug’s writing was much different, in some ways, opposite of Don’s approach. Don’s writing was direct, descriptive and filled with wordplay of high degree. In contrast, Doug’s was a far more involved reading experience. Doug delved deep to explore the intricacies and nuances of daily observations, relationships with women and man’s internal struggles. His verses were much more than romantic pulp, they were blood. 

Doug had a bend toward philosophical interests, unafraid to leave a thought with a question. He would force the reader to ponder their own resolutions. Don reported on the situation at hand and gave you his opinion. Conversely, Doug recorded the thoughts and emotions of a man almost eternally in conflict with the next thought. He was always searching, always trying to grab what ultimately was just out of his reach. 

If only a poet I am
Then from that, I must stand.
Wholly offer my love to you;
In words of painted blue.

If maybe a sailor I might be
Then to you, I’d give the sea.
To gaze upon the stars at night,
From your love our ship takes sight.

And to be a farmer upon the land
I only ask you to take my hand.
To walk with me in furrowed rows
And learn the way the flower grows.

If I made my way upon the rails
With late night songs and tales
Would you still be at my side?
May I buy you a ticket to ride?

Such different styles may not always coalesce, but both are credible styles. Both brothers certainly informed me beyond what any textbook could offer. I am forever grateful and in awe for the good fortune I’ve had just being their younger brother.

There has also been much in the way of attitude and approach. Saying what you mean and articulating those thoughts are gifts inherited from our mother. My mother can write. Perhaps more than her writing ability we each adapted her style, her voice as a means to capture our own. Her observation skills, her questioning, her perseverance has informed all of her children. At 92 years young and still going, she still informs me.