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The Fight of Meadow and Lug Nut
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The Fight of Meadow and Lug Nut |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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The Fight of Meadow and Lug Nut Even though he was tightening lug nuts his thoughts leaned against a tree in mountains far away, sitting so still that life went about daily tasks. A cottontail dislodged rotting leaves stopped and sniffed, scratched a soft, pink ear and disappeared behind a log. Purple Lupine caught the air to dance in a spot of sun. California poppies littered the slope beside the trail. The sound of water was everywhere. Three quail bobbing their heads in unison, their pointed feather hats erect, marched with purpose towards the sound. In the garage the air was stiff with the smells of gasoline and oil when a shadow fell across his vision and his heart moved from the peace place and skipped and jumped him a warning. Slouched in front of him was a man with mean eyes. The man’s face contorted then dislodged a sound, belched an acid laugh into the garage. It echoed unpleasantly across the meadow where the mule deer, squirrel and black bear roamed and a dark and menacing cloud formed over the sun dappled place of poppies and lupine. When he saw the intent that waited in those eyes, his hands became fists and he watched as the lug nuts rolled across the floor and settled. Then, a question came up from inside the cave where the sleeping bear had wintered and the question was hungry for answers. He searched the verdant grass and the trail that looped from years of thirst, towards the river that flowed in moving crystal light. He followed it across the years into the man made lap of knowledge that brought pipe and hoses to desperation and he knew the answer. The answer was a civilized thing and it dripped now into his anger where violence waited to lunge with the full black weight of its hunger fed by his father’s words, echoed through generations of fathers and sons, "Be a man." He heard his father’s voice softening with the opening of his hands and his father’s name for courage gave up and settled into whispers as the mean eyes became confused, tension slumped and defused and a sigh emptied into the garage, lingered a moment then disappeared. ---- 99/00...was rewritten, with a change in attitude. |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
 Cold hands means a warm heart |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee |
Perfect reading..I felt as if I were walking along each word and seeing every description of nature and man..you are just fabulous. Sincerely, Regina |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggssssssss) Oh Martie, this reminded me of the early 90's animated film "Ferngully- The Lost Rainforest", it saddens me so uch to see the war between man and Mother Nature continue and I wish we can all see that movie and be reminded how nature has feelings too and do what we can together to stop destroying nature! (sad sigh) This is sadly touching, sweet friend, I love it, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Martie, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Another amazing write from our Martie's magic pen! Wonderful imagery here sweetie... Enjoyed this one so very very much! ~Hugs~ |
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Goodknight Member Elite
since 2002-06-15
Posts 2386Ohio, USA |
Martie - I just loved this - I saw so many things and thought so many thoughts - it was a wonderful poem to read - REALLY GOOD - thanks so much - paul |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Meant for a man, read by a woman, how graciously you envelope your readers, blanketing them with here and then, curving around their memories of other times, other days, just as they were lived... you make the reader breathe... |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
loner...thanks for the thumbs up Regina--your reply means alot..thank you! Noah--you are amazing Nancy--Im very goad you enjoyed...hugs returned! Paul--thank you so much for the really good..It pleases me that you felt that way. Karilea--Your replies are wonderful..yes a man...yet human, so a woman also. |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
ms martie such images you paint can feel the dirt under my feet and smell the petrol... with tree shapes all around me |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
I was once told.......I can take you to God's playground simply by taking you outside, but I cannot force you to hear the sereness in every echo of bustle...that you need to find on your own. These words of your remind me so much of that time and those words. Simply an awesome write my friend of petal delight. You have never ceased to amaze me in your talent and you continually take us to new heights each and every time you post. |
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