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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
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The road is littered now yellow As fierce digits of wind have stripped The early color from the limbs As they bend toward to center A cover now Of tangled grey I think of Dorothy and Oz So many stars past the autumn leaves And wonder how her children have grown And if she spends afternoons Browsing through her books To capture the bitter taste of Words written sweetly on dreams Or if she sips coffee as pause To the routines of folding towels Thinking of how it was When a heart was needed to fill His hollow form I contemplate the shadow of clouds Come and go Come and go As stiff boned wind carries them easterly Towards the sea and shore Admire the hues of wet slick road And hope She is warm |
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Sunshine
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I am curious as I am sure Dorothy is as to why you posted this here, unless you are calling Dorothy in for a chat.  Smiling at you. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
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I posted here because I had been hijacking Amyrillis's thread with my half thoughts...my scribbles... feel free to delete if it is not appropriate.. |
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Sunshine
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LOL...nope, it's absolutely fine...just my curiousity getting the better of me! |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
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Tis beautiful, lovely... and never hesitate to scribble on my thread, Cpat!  Your 'scribblings' are always very welcome there.Best~ Amaryllis |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
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Memphis Blues She wears her age like a worn cuff some stains won't be washed out by rain and time passing only sets them deeper till the fray of threads begin and seams give way |
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Sunshine
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Wish you could be here this weekend... The Blue Heaven Studio is holding its 13th annual Blues Festival... I'll think of this poem this evening, for sure! |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
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Sounds like a good time... I'm sure I would have enjoyed listening.. This is more a comment on the state of affairs in Memphis than it is about the Blues themselves. While I was there last week, one of the talk radio shows greeted its call in listeners with "Welcome to Memphis, glad you weren't shot last night." a rather telling commentary on the violence that exists in gang and drug wars... I was warned repeatedly while there to be careful when I went out, or when I drove to the cross dock I was visiting. Sad...... |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
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She built her curves along the beltway as she moved further from the bed of muddy towards the trees and fields but miasma followed the exodus and looks thinner along the thighs where the fever shows its ravages bringing her to talk in her sleep of better times of dreams she had |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
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Interesting, if abstract... your descriptions are always fresh! |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
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(chuckling) yes it is abstract.... a passing observation about Memphis while I was there... she built up along the interstates and grew curves from her former shape along the river... many cities seem to decay from within, but the decay seems to have followed her expansion. What struck me while there was that so many of the people I met and talked to seemed to simply be accepting of the condition, and had perhaps lost hope..... She has many sides..most cities do.. the one I was exposed to on this trip the most was one less optimistic than the ones I have seen of her in the past. |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
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Hey Chief~**~ I have the others...the ones you sent me from the airport... <3 |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
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Thanks Belle... you can e-mail them to my new addy if you would. No rush.... but when you have time and can I would appreciate it. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
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Mary mother of god Memphis mentioned you to me And told me you stayed at St Anne’s Down on Coker street Just next to that big house they built Before Shiloh was another bloody name Later she murmured muddy soft whispers And I tracked then into the braid of water She used to cover her hips But she just smiled pearly hellos And shrugged off my eyes As she donned her dirt stained jeans Then asked me to let you know Martin doesn't live here But guessed You already knew Memphis 2 She smiled And the gap between her street lights Accented how pearled wisdoms Cost money to fix Even if her brothers didn't make sport When driving by shooting at the moon Hungry She fed me rich fat pork on paper Telling me the expense of subtle verbs Was higher than adding vinegar Even if this was a dry county And getting caught meant JoeDan would be enjoying more dark meat Free of charge She sighed saying in one of her muddy whispers That she still wore the sore from last time But she hoped that witch with her twisted currents didn't get her way this year I left her dancing curves on tables While shouting Tuesday was amateur night And had a 200 dollar prize If the tourist and players agreed On who would look best nude So I didn't see her skin |
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Sunshine
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Deep southern sounding sigh here. Thank you. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
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Thanks for looking in Ms Sun... always appreciate a sigh southern... |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
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I also enjoy these southern reflections, Cpat... especially as I`ve never been there, here I catch a glimpse through your intelligent pen. Wonderful writing~!Best~ Amaryllis |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
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oh~ don't let my darker writes disssuade you from going if you get the chance. Memphis can be a wonderful place. Great food, great music, and a lot of friendly people... my last trip took me to a rougher part of town, and like all places she has her problems with unemployment and the economy, but she is a grand city along the river... |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
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Oh, I`m all for an honest portrayal... that`s what we do, as writers/observers; life is both the seamy and sublime. If I`m ever in that neck of the woods, you can be sure I`d not miss Memphis! I`m ashamed to say I`ve never been further south than Ohio =( Though I`ve seen a lot of the northern states, all across. Someday... when these kiddos grow... lol!~A |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
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Light streamed from her open doors and the current of blue wafted on sidewalks carrying the crowds towards the river past the clank of dishes and tinkling of glass and the smells of slow smoke welcome smiled well mannered as invitations to sit and sample brought southern slows to feet and it was good to watch the mist of all that had gone before as you sipped a cold one with BB in the background Along River Park she feeds the throngs with gaity and her self deprecating humor telling the world that nothing is more important than the food and the family we are |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
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Ah.. a perfection of moment... enjoyed by this reader... ~A |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
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Hiya, Cpat! *poke poke* Write something for us!  See ya~ Amaryllis |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
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(chuckling) hey! my ribs are touchy!! write something huh? Cornflower faded this sky portends colder nights and russet days in wait of snow that might cover some pretense of faith come Sunday with its hymns What little green remains now wilts for frost jeweled the hills this morning with faceted reflections of early sun finding blues to rouge the eye into believing it was beauty to be cold This north wind claims comfort as hours wash away the greys and cornflower reigns in milky undertones hushing nights wish for spring |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
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Wow... just beautiful, I saw the frost-glints in the sun, that autumn sky... ahhh *breathes deeply* here, we still enjoy a gentle Fall... sun and 50`s or so... . Off to those hymns it is, for me & mine, today...thank you for sharing this! Always enjoy your pen so much, sir . Hope to write something later today, either on my thread, here, or in open #46... will see... some great reads about, lately, eh? . My best~ Amaryllis |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
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yes, there have been some great reads lately! I hope all is well with you and yours ma'am, and that the hymns brought solace to your day yesterday. I look forward to reading you |
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Sunshine
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ummmm....cornflowers... Postponing Inevitabilities This is the dust-ridden road waiting for the imprint of your feet and mine. We either take it or we do not there’s no turning back nor veering left, or right… do not hide your eyes by looking for the honeysuckle or trumpet vines, and laze not with the gentian or cornflowers, do not hide in their blue, again, for it’s full bore, straight ahead, damn the torpedoes [add your own cliché] believe it or not but if I vote “go” and you vote “stay” do we then cancel each other out? And fade away? ...thanks, Cap'n.... for bringing one of my own memories back for me. |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
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Sunshine, I am enjoying that, above... truly relevant to any reader... wonderful writing, I always admire your pen . ~Amaryllis |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
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very nice Ms Sun.... funny how one set of words can bring back our own set of memories, or inspire us to write... your words are always welcome here, as are anyone's. enjoyed these... a great deal. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
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Curse this black dog that follows devouring my shadow as it tugs to pull me back into the realm of stone where heartbeats do not but echo the coursing of colder blood denied the warmth as comes of souls that touch My shadow mocks the sun being only darker as it bleeds the grey it can't contain upon the remaining green turning it a paler sound of fugues to herald mad march to brown Call off the watchman's cur I have saved 13 pieces of silver to pay the ferries toll but now my shadow tattered by such black teeth has forgotten who I am and wandered afar [This message has been edited by Cpat Hair (11-11-2010 02:44 PM).] |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
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Oh, so dark, so intense... you do gloomy so well! This is an excellent work, IMO. I like the understated despair, the layerings of shade and shadow, meaning, metaphor... wow. . ~A |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
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Thanks ma'am.. Winston Churchill, so I have read, suffered from depression and called it his black dog... I've used the term a few time in writing but certainly credit for the image goes to Mr. Churchill not me. |
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Sunshine
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If then you have called upon Churchill... you've done well in conveying the madness that may have deluded [delighted?] his brain. Well done, Sir. |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
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If this was introspective poetry? Then I hope you are okay, my friend... and that those black dogs are indeed only mahogany in the light of day, and sleeping tamed and peaceful on the braided wool rug by the fire.  |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
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Thanks for the concern Ms Amaryllis and the hug :-) Yes it was in part introspective, but I'll live... some days the black dog forgets where its kennel is I suppose. I appreciate your concern and you kind words |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
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Ah tomorrow; it unfolds like an early crocus pushing through the pebbled snow, just a thrust of green, then purple fans reach in certain joy for the air, opening their lids to gaze in golden wonder at the scudding skies. A pile of scribbles here: |
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