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Chart 2 - From The Torn Page
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Chart 2 - From The Torn Page |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
“A common Friend? I asked as I turned to look at him and noticed the familiar way his eyes took in a lot more than images “Yes, a man I met upon a cold night who invited me in to sip a bit of the Irish” “ A fine fellow he is, though he sold short to me his way of words” My companion from the Tea room said. ‘Ah~~ I know well whom you speak of and he told me of your dropping in” I began, “though he described you in different hues and perhaps a bit less talkative” My companion only chuckled and offered his hand “go on, I am not here to take you or to trick you” Taking his hand in mine I shook it, feeling a depth of older cold than I had known But for once…. In another tome “I thought we should meet….again,” he said and laughed a reverberation of ancient humor that never got tired of what to him was one of the best of jokes “This,” he said as he reached into his jacket and pulled free a torn paper “I thought you should have, since mapping out the lands that are no more seems to be the course your on” I took the paper from his hand and straightened it upon the table And saw it half a chart and marked upon the top was “ 2: Bel” Turning to ask him more, I found him gone No trace or sound, no wisps of smoke or flurried breeze Just in silence he was no longer there A half a chart so roughly torn , a map, of places now unknown I had only part the side of left, from which to ascertain The reason such a part had meaning in my hand When I saw that along the margins edge written in fine pen Were the names I knew her by some from now But most from places long now gone and the time of then I ran my nail beneath each name As I whispered them out loud Remembering the way it was and how it might have been My finger stopped upon the name one from a different land I read it slowly once again to remember the feel of her breath Eescravo dos Sinos I felt her move again and remembered how she stood With feet slightly parted balanced on her toes The way she reached with arms to encircle my neck And fill my lips with the taste of her kiss “Uh humm..” he tapped my shoulder with a fingertip “there’s more you need explore I gave you only half and though the memory suits you now You know the ache that follows” He laughed “You’re a quiet one” I said, “to suddenly be gone” He laughed again and turned his eyes on me “No different than life my good man” he said Then turned to walk away |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
you are such an incredible poet !!! |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
And you ma'am, are entirely too kind... but I thank you none the less for your extremely generous reply... |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
An interesting read, this is, with at least a passing nod to Poe. May I suggest making a photocopy in such a way that the other half may be mapped out as (re)discovered, for future reference? http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/00/1b/13/92/slave-bell.jpg |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Poe? hmmmm..... it had not crossed my mind that it might be a passing nod to Poe, but then...we are often influenced by what we read. Images....ah yes images... yes, they can add to the context and set a mood... I am simply inept at matching images and words thank you for dropping in... your comments are greatly appreciated. |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
~~eating it all up~*~*  |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
thanks Ma'am.... your comments are always appreciated. |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
"to sip a bit of the Irish" had me there for sure!!!!!!!!! |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
ah~ but who could resist a sip of the Ireish, with such a distiguished visitor? Trick would be of course to survive.. thank you sir..you honor me..with your comment. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I ran my nail beneath each name As I whispered them out loud Remembering the way it was and how it might have been My finger stopped upon the name one from a different land I read it slowly once again to remember the feel of her breath Eescravo dos Sinos I felt her move again and remembered how she stood With feet slightly parted balanced on her toes The way she reached with arms to encircle my neck And fill my lips with the taste of her kiss ~*~ You have a very distinctive way of wanting your readers to know you so that if for only a moment, they might be etched in your mind. So that someday they might be immortalized by the very script of your memory.  Yes, I'm enjoying this very much. |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Well, fine. I never claimed to be a great writer but do you have to go so far to show me how far away from being one I am???  Brilliant work, good sir. I almost read it as "Indiana Jones meets Robert Louis Stevenson". and it actually DOES have a taste of Poe to it, the mystery, intrigue and setting that the master would use. Did I mention I like it??? |
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