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Riding the Greyhound - Naked Before You
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Riding the Greyhound - Naked Before You |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas 
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Riding the Greyhound (Naked Before You) Big gray dog pulled out on time, turned the corner, went up the ramp, straightened out and settled in for a long ride. Long, because I’d never held the day empty before, never spent one feeling so totally alone – or so it seemed. I’d stepped into a briar patch last night – you were teeth and claws, needle sharp words pricking me everywhere, as if I was naked before you, asking to bleed. It was more than I chose to accept – So big gray dog and me are covering some ground, piling up the miles, heading . . . somewhere, anywhere, as long as it’s away, because some words can’t be undone. Their memory festers beneath the skin like some seeds, planted, rot when the life in them goes the other way. I couldn’t stay. But my heart did – so big gray dog and me we formed a bond. I’d let him pick the roads, and me, I’d sit in the back. Alone. And cry in tune with the hum of his wheels. © wesley james beard, jr. april 2007 (not about me....j) |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
yeah, I remember those times, me and him... a very lonely feeling for sure |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I’d stepped into a briar patch last night – you were teeth and claws, needle sharp words pricking me everywhere, as if I was naked before you, asking to bleed. Stunning!!! I'm glad this isn't about you... but the tingle in old scars reminds me it has been me... and I'm sure... so many others. And you've captured it brilliantly! |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
I’d stepped into a briar patch last night – you were teeth and claws, needle sharp words pricking me everywhere, as if I was naked before you, asking to bleed. It was more than I chose to accept – I know this pristine formality well...emotional moments in pouring rain... you do utterly take me to a place of great saddness...your writing is fantastic |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
Oh my goodness, this is fantastic. The hurt in it is palpable, and the choice of language goes straight to the heart. The images are easily seen, and experienced. Well done. Well done, indeed. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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SEA 
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
"some words can’t be undone. Their memory festers beneath the skin like some seeds, planted, rot when the life in them goes the other way. I couldn’t stay." this knows me...or at least it used to, a long time ago. heart wrenching write...  |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
This is reallllllllllly good, j. You captured that quality of going "anywhere"--and once upon a time, this girl loved a bus--window seat--just me alone with my thoughts and the scenery... oh you make me yearn to go. Anywhere. It's great to read you again m'friend. (I even love the greasy spoon stops too.) And yep. I dread the "talkers" too--so, earphones, sunglasses, book, and a scowl. I like to be alone on those rides.  |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
I loved all of this, especially the greyhound being pictured as a big gray dog. - Owl |
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