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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
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hands closed around the paper sack in his lap the old man frowned cocked his head listened to voices from the past with a full-faced grimace opened the sack unscrewed the top of warm sweet wine brought it to his mouth drank with determination always did when those voices spoke screwed the cap back on the bottle smiled a snaggle-tooth grin closed his eyes letting warm sweet wine do its thing wasn't long he was thinking of her a woman from the past aren't all women women from the past somehow he sighed thought of Blackwater a tear made progress within the wrinkles etched on his face tragically beautiful Sheila and Blackwater why is it that the desire in man always begin with the desire of another's desire and so was his desire for Sheila a May-September romance the old man stared into the shadows looking for truth deathly afraid of finding it closed his eyes tipped the warm sweet wine toward his mouth trying to obliterate her face knowing from past experiences you can't coax clarity from the shadows and you can't drink away faces truth was his dismay it was during the persimmon smells of summer the two lovers secretly met lust and desire overcame reason and pride she belonged to another man the old man's brother blood kin almost incestuous the moon, a harvest one much like tonight they were making love inside The Blackwater Motel when the room's door was kicked off its hinges the cuckold husband emptied his gun bleeding out two cheaters Sheila died instantly that night the old man didn't he absent-mindedly touched the places where bullets pierced his skin he has lived with the memory far too long two people went room temperature that night her husband reloaded; put it to his head took it down he was already dead the killing of his soul happened that night he sighed and the old man turned up the warm sweet wine once again ©July28, 2016 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Ari Squire Member Posts 488 In The Phallus Lane |
Bittersweet story with some very good lines, such as: quote:Well-seasoned wisdom with a touch of 'noir in my last quoted line. Well-timed 'release' of what "Blackwater" was and who the reflective old man was. Enjoyed this story Jerry. Loving Linny Jean is poetry. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I appreciate your take on this poem of mine Ari, many thanks go out to you. One of those darker writes of mine and your comments meant much to me. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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rainyday Member Posts 304 Heartland USA |
A dark-side write that takes the reader right along..feeling the emotion from beginning to end. Well done Poet Jerry rainyj |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I salute you, rainyj, and thank you for your thoughts concerning my poem today. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Elizabeth
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since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
Wow Jerry, so very powerful....I could see everything in my mind's eye, and feel it too. Great work here! |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I appreciate you dropping by, Elizabeth, and thank you very much for your wonderful comments to my poetry. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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