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Alicat
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0 posted 06-18-99 12:41 PM       View Profile for Alicat   Email Alicat   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Alicat

I was eight, thin, no weight
Had three elders, Anne, Tim, Nate
Nate was the baby before I came
Eight years my senior, never tame
Pampered and coddled, he was like Dad
Just a lazy drunken old bag
But he played lead guitar, had a band
Had a good ear, but not a good hand
He and his buds in the garage
Drunken and high, writing garbage
I played violin, earning his scorn
It became clear he wished me unborn
One afternoon, I heard him in the attic
Or the Bar, where Dad could be an addict
In peace, drunken and surly, never a tab
Bottles of whiskey turning meat into flab
I heard Nate play, his best I'd bet
Tuned my violin and made a duet
But off, discordant sound for Pop
For Nate dropped a chord and stopped
Dad got up for another, while Nate sat
And I saw Dad in his face, getting fat
Something snapped...I know it wasn't fair
But I went off on Nate, with Dad the pair
He blew me off, got sullen, then angry
When I slapped his face with "LOOK AT ME!!"
That did it, his face shut down
Leaving nothing but a thoughtful frown
I bolted, violin in hand, steps by four
Locking and bolting bathroom doors
Frame buckles, wood splinters fly
Saved by a horn beeping outside
Seems Mom and siblings went shopping
Saving me from a thwomping
So I moved past ruined door, looking about
Nate's in the garage, the lousy lout
I sneak to Anne's room, and slip outside
Mom has company and spies
Me still carrying my violin case
Asks if I can give a taste
I smile, unship, rosin and tune
Played a silly piece I called "Mayflies in June"
I look up and see the rifle bore aimed at me
Nate looking through the scope at me
A long thin ugly note from my violin
And my world explodes

Alicat

p.s.: based upon a dream which woke me this morning



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1 posted 06-18-99 08:41 PM       View Profile for Balladeer   Email Balladeer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Balladeer's Home Page   View IP for Balladeer

You have GOT to stop eating those guacamole burritos before you go to bed!
Nan
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2 posted 06-18-99 10:34 PM       View Profile for Nan   Email Nan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nan's Home Page   View IP for Nan

Don't ya just sometimes wonder where it is that our minds go while we're asleep? Maybe they have their own plan for us.... Our dreams overtake us.... yeah, that's it..
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Wow.....a powerful adaptation of your dream. This forum is full of very talented souls. Great work Alicat.....purrrrr
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4 posted 06-19-99 02:22 AM       View Profile for Alicat   Email Alicat   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Alicat

Thanks everyone...it was really weird...I was in the mid 1950's, at least I think so from the look of the cars, and was the youngest of 4, and a growing violin prodigy, thus the hatred of Nate. Very weird. I wasn't born until 1970, and was #2 of 4, and love the violin, but haven't taken many lessons (those were in college), my dad detests alcohol, and my mom is a semi-social butterfly/recluse. I wrote this out before submitting it...and look back over what I wrote after a couple of hours...very shaky handwriting...talk about spooked. Took 4 cups of coffee and many smokes before I started calming down. I heard the shot and my eyes popped open. Nothing around me made that noise. Just thinking of it gives me the willies.


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5 posted 07-21-99 10:39 PM       View Profile for elvira   Email elvira   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for elvira

what an intriguing (sp?) dream Alicat

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If I had my mouth I would bite. If I had my liberty I would do my liking. In the mean time, let me be that I am, and seek not to alter me. ~~~Shakespeare~~~

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