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25 posted 09-02-2010 10:18 PM       View Profile for Cpat Hair   Email Cpat Hair   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Cpat Hair

yes, to write unencumbered is a joy...
to stream the thoughts to words and let them go...
I suffer from the reading of others and finding when I am moved...or by a phrase..an idea..I rewrite the whole in my mind or am tempted to do offshoots of the original, to even build a backstory or see a series...

the one you posted earlier... that for example I could see a whole character stufy built around the experience, how they expanded, the lessons learned, the freedoms gained, the release... much like you describe this thread

toss out a subject or a situation... and if you want, we'll both write stream of thought poems.. one moments thoughts or ideas captured...

oh as far as being impressed...please don't be.. no need.. truly, what I share in public, is what I feel or have felt..when the words have moved well... they don't always and there is nothing to
be impressed with...

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26 posted 09-02-2010 10:55 PM       View Profile for Amaryllis   Email Amaryllis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Amaryllis

Ah! That sounds fun, and.. no pressure      (I typically put too much pressure on myself when writing.)  I did this years ago with my brother, and it was great... we`d throw out a topic or idea  (challenge? nah.. not so much) and the other would have to write an impromptu poem about it... it was fun, but haven`t done that in quite a while.
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Do you find that certain things inspire you at different times... I don`t mean the common themes, or ones we like to return to like old friends. I mean, for instance, like with my carving poem. Now, I have never carved a duck in my life. Nor have I carved my name on pine. The whole account was ficticious. But I had found myself enamored with carving as of late.. the word `carve`... the idea, the implements, techniques, etc etc. So I had to research it a bit to attain a semi-believable poem. Anyhow, what I`m saying is,  certain details can just capture us sometimes!
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Oh yes... the topic for now... hm, do you want me to just start one & you`ll pull it here and there from that, like taffy?  If  you don`t have time tonight no big deal; just post whenever.
.
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They burned the old abandoned Pintner place
last week, the one down off 5th and Linden-
a practice fire, training the cadets, I guess
so we walked out to see it,
it wasn`t far, across the barley field
a perfect day to do it, grey and wet
where last night`s rains had hung around
and quite a crowd to watch.
.
It`s something when that big old house lights up
the onlookers all open eyes and mouths
upturned faces in the lurid glow
tinted magenta. Then the roof surrendered
in an ashen crash of heat and smoke
and sent the roiling column even higher
to mingle with the charcoal lowering sky
.
Soon the house stood black in silhouette
bent cracked ribs against the fire
embers smoldered, hissed from water`s kiss
it was time to head for home; we turned
and linked hands for the journey back.
.
sorry. i can`t write as well as you impromptu  
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27 posted 09-02-2010 11:47 PM       View Profile for Cpat Hair   Email Cpat Hair   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Cpat Hair

I remember when Hoseys placed burned

I'd never seen old logs look like paper
dancing in some hell fire he'd
brought on no doubt by
what the neighbors called
his sin

I watched as the local volunteers
pumped water through the hose
till the pumper ran dry
and they would disappear
run down to Fritz's pond and fill her up
then back to fight just so much less
of what had been a mans life

Cedar shake burns fast
and the embers they sent up
made me think of fireflies and how
on the darkest of nights
when the clouds hid moon and the stars
weren't strung like barbed wire
on the black of sky
that they would rise
glow bright to the eye
and fade

I never really knew
what Hosey's sin was supposed to have been
but I knew the pyre his home became
was indeed like I had heard Brother Bill
speak of how Hell would be

if we didn't repent

When I look back
  I remember that it was just the way
of believing and how we were taught
the wages of sin are death they say
and while I never learned
how to rightfully repent
what some say are my own
wicked ways of asking why
or how

I know about fire
  and how it was when when she
came into my world and stayed a while
and how it was when she left
my own walls were like old Hosey's home

paper in the wind

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28 posted 09-02-2010 11:54 PM       View Profile for Cpat Hair   Email Cpat Hair   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Cpat Hair

now see...as I said, nothing to be impressed by at all...  (chuckling)

I have to say you picked what to me was an interesting subject ... and so well done in your own offering that I could hardly add... so took it a different way...

now.. I understand about carving.. how an idea or a word can inspire.. carving in particular, I have an affinity for. Took it up myself once upon a time, and for a short while carved faces in tree limbs.. I enjoyed the feel of the wood under tool and the smell... enjoyed the act of seeing in the grain or structure of the limb the face that was going to be.

Not saying, I was good.. because I wasn't..

I've written about music..and don't play...
written about painting or drawing and can't begin to draw or paint... but am amazed by those that do.

so I suppose what at the moment inspires is always fodder for metaphor or subject, or just word play...
yeah... I understand how even the sound or look of a word can inspire...

now it is off to bed for me.. I'm at least two time zones removed from you..

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29 posted 09-03-2010 12:24 AM       View Profile for Amaryllis   Email Amaryllis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Amaryllis

The items scattered tagged with bits of paper
I chose the solid bakeware, rough to the palm
though beside them were fine china plates
hand painted with hydrangea or small birds
too small to be of service, and besides
they hid a chalky chip or fracture
underneath, so from the busy table
of pity trinkets sweating in the afternoon
remains of a life, i knew the stone was strong, and would last
overlooked the tarnished legacy
of the sweets they`d held
within their heat
paid my fifty cents and they were mine
bowls and pans in butter rum hue
dark and stained but
smooth with use and age
I have them still; a better deal i never
have found to match my
choice so long ago
they feed my children now
and will feed me, when
they are grown and gone
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30 posted 09-03-2010 07:46 AM       View Profile for Cpat Hair   Email Cpat Hair   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Cpat Hair

Aunt Irmas kitchen was a wonderland
when you were 5 and she took you there
to play on the floor while she cooked
for the crew that was out in the field
sweating over sweet smelling alfalfa

She didn't have any children of her own
and she liked to have me around she said
so I would end up in her floor
with her stepping over my fort of canned corn
on her way to the stove where smells
from the battered pots rose
to permeate the room with an early hunger

Before the men came in
she made them dust off the hay
and wash under the pump that stood
just outside the back door
and I would hear them laugh
then talk about something real low
before filing in to sit
at her well worn table

When everyone had taken their part
of porkchops, greens, potato, gravy
corn, she'd build two plates for us
and lead me into pantry
where we would sit on the floor
and let our plates rest on boxes


We ate there every summer
come haying time on their farm
until I was big enough to go afield
and learn to work with the sun
smiling on me
           instead of her


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31 posted 09-03-2010 10:26 AM       View Profile for Amaryllis   Email Amaryllis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Amaryllis

Both of those were fantastic... I liked your burning poem better than my own; yes, I know, apples and oranges!  Still, yours was more lividly described, with wonderful pace/voice.
.
.
Waking Up
.
It was in that early drowsy stillness
when morning`s grey begins
to register against your sleeping lids
and you dream of snow
or frosted leaves, and fairy scroll
on edges of the glass
the warmth beside you solid
in his rest, though you know
the day is quick
and coffee hot in heavy mugs
is needed now
still you let the paralyzing sweetness
take your consciousness again
pulled under into luscious licorice
or diving in a bin of rabbit silk
and twist within the sheets
contented smile
because you know
you still have a while...  
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32 posted 09-03-2010 10:44 AM       View Profile for Cpat Hair   Email Cpat Hair   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Cpat Hair

hmmm....  waking up... ok, but ma'am,it  is hard to follow you lead here. what you've written is lovely...

as for the fire pieces..yes apples and oranges ma'am. Just as the last ones are... apples and oranges... you took the find of bakeware at a sale and turn it into a treasure of memories being made... I took memories and simply described a scene with poetic license...


now..waking up.... let's see...

In between time
and it always seems to be dark
when my eyes finally find open
and the luxury of a quiet mind
is left behind on rumpled sheet

yet there is a moment
when the not quite of dream
is overtaken by the stream of thought
and I can bend the will of what I feel
to drift a moment of predawn current

that always bring me back

to gentler times or the moments
when waking up was taken as granted
just a measure of dust through curved glass
marking time and the flow of days
upon youth's metered rhyme


I'll rise and take my coffee black

watch a bit of news that's never good
then clear the web of thoughts
as I begin to move through another day
setting sleep and dreams aside
shower, shave, slide the clean smell
of cotton over my head

arrange the clothes, tie the shoes

then sip again the cup of black brew
as I great teh in between of night
and morning's razor cut sky bleeding
red along the fine edge of dawn

"Red sky in morning"
"Sailors take warning"

running across my mind

knowing storms rise here in the east
with the sun

yuck!  LOL  

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33 posted 09-03-2010 10:58 AM       View Profile for Amaryllis   Email Amaryllis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Amaryllis

Lol! Don`t you say yuck..!  I hereby proclaim that particular word `banned` from Amaryllis`s thread.      I liked that, anyway. especially
`and the luxury of a quiet mind
is left behind on rumpled sheets`... fabulous.
.
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Hey I am stuck.... halp!   feel free to write another, or throw a topic out there, thanks~! heh
~Sharon
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34 posted 09-03-2010 11:05 AM       View Profile for Cpat Hair   Email Cpat Hair   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Cpat Hair

ah... you see..I thought it so (edited because the word was banned from this thread) that I went in and changed the ending... LOL

stuck huh?  Well, let's see..

one of my favorite things to weave into words
is rain.....

so write rain.. any kind, any way, as metaphor, descriptive, as an element within something else... it simply must contain rain...

(chuckling)
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35 posted 09-03-2010 11:29 AM       View Profile for Amaryllis   Email Amaryllis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Amaryllis

Ah... oh I know all about the rain; (Pacific NW and all)... I love it, also...
.
.
He never seemed to mind the wet
and the way it found a way
along the nape or ankle, didn`t feel
the mist against his lip
or if he did, enjoyed it still somehow
and the smell of wet concrete
the glass reflection of the  forest
as the pale blue boulevard
grew shouldered with the crowd
of hunched umbrellas
beading with the rain
forbid a drop of agua
should touch a well-trained strand!
But he went his way
without a hat
and the rain massaged
his seat of power
.
.meh!  Hahaaa  too funny
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36 posted 09-03-2010 11:42 AM       View Profile for Cpat Hair   Email Cpat Hair   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Cpat Hair

(chuckling)  your ending a surpise bit of humor... and perhaps a bit tongue in cheek...

Bunched shoulders of cloud
stand in glower along the west
waiting to march across sedge filled field
and rustle the kilts of pine
that stand guard along the border
dividing long rows of corn
from what is left of wild

I stand

letting the first few drops of rain
touch my face as they are bourn on wind
and listen to the low grumbled rumbled growl
of thunder as it hits my ears
and remember how it was

to sit along the hem of blue
watching waves form on the flesh of water
as the slight chill wind gave shudder
to shoulders and I had cradled close
your bare arms in mine
and we watched

the far away flashes grow closer


A gust lifted my thoughts
as it bent stem and limb with rush of warn
reminding again how small and frail
the thoughts or love can be

when measured against the wind
and how storms
       eventually bring rust

to tin
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37 posted 09-03-2010 11:49 AM       View Profile for Cpat Hair   Email Cpat Hair   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Cpat Hair

"the glass reflection of the  forest
as the pale blue boulevard
grew shouldered with the crowd
of hunched umbrellas"

lovely passage... with great imagery
that reminded me of impressionistic paintings I have seen of street scenes..


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38 posted 09-03-2010 11:52 AM       View Profile for Amaryllis   Email Amaryllis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Amaryllis

Ok. That was well-nigh perfect... how can I follow that??     Beautiful.  I see my mind does not create with the exuberant pace yours can~ I usually take quite a while to carefully choose my words; picking them up, setting them down, knocking and smelling and checking for ripeness; to find the perfect one. You.. are the tree, I guess- where the words come easily, and fresh.  
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LOL
  oh come now.... it reuses a theme I have written many times... and this is in no way meant to be a comparison or competition.

I greatly respect the work of those who pick and chose their words with care.. who edit and refine..
I scribble... and have little respect for what I do as it is just a flow of mind and recycled emotions or thoughts or views or inspire.... I do not write, I scribble scratch the page and let parts of life bleed now and then to page...

the last piece.. out of what 5? is the only one that was at my lead. I took any easy one..one I knew I could scribble about
andnot have to stretch myself as I did when following your lead...

probably unfair of me... and lazy besides...

but I in no way ma'am... intended to seem like I was showing off or trying to out do...  

Perhaps, I should turn the thread back to you... and simply enjoy the things you may chose to share...
I enjoyed the back and forth of pieces..the flow of idea and writes.. so I thank you for indulging me..  and for sharing your space for a while.

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40 posted 09-03-2010 12:20 PM       View Profile for Amaryllis   Email Amaryllis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Amaryllis

Oh no. Cpat... I only meant to compliment     I am not feeling it a competition in the least; I enjoy having someone else`s graffiti on these walls beside my own. Please feel free to continue, as will I~!  Also... let each author write what they feel, no rules. Sorry for perhaps sounding petulant  
~S
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41 posted 09-03-2010 12:36 PM       View Profile for Cpat Hair   Email Cpat Hair   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Cpat Hair

petulant? NO ma'am.... I worried more and do still that you or others might think I was showing off in some way or playing some sort of ego game...  

I find I am often inspired by the thought or essence of what others write and try not to use that inspire too often or too much for fear I become a revisionist in people's eyes... taking away from the true talent of the ones who wrote the original piece...

I also find I enjoy a back and forth with other writers, who bring to the table their views, their eyes, their words and in turn expand my own. Free association of sorts...
that helps raise me out of the rut of my own thoughts or ideas and lets me see more
than my limited view.

so..I do not intend to be over zealous when I pursue the back and forth of ideas or to change the way others may write. I simply scribble... while others compose.

If scribble thoughts come... I may add them then if you do not mind but I will use restraint. (chuckling) Just so I can live in my own skin and not feel I am being obnoxious or a pest.

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42 posted 09-03-2010 12:41 PM       View Profile for Amaryllis   Email Amaryllis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Amaryllis

As you wish; I can respect that.     As for any others reading these~ they know they are invited to scrawl these walls as much as anyone else  =p
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Be well~
Amaryllis
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43 posted 09-03-2010 12:50 PM       View Profile for Cpat Hair   Email Cpat Hair   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Cpat Hair

Smile!  I am simply very self conscious... and realize that I can come across in ways I do not intend...

yes,  be well~

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You worry too much, Ron, about what others might think when it is far more important that they DO think. Your presence always helps kindle the latter.


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Agreed!  No harm, no foul...  (hope I didn`t come off too harsh?!)     I just love poetry... the reading, writing, sharing & learning... all of it.  Especially with fellow writers  
Best~
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Grinning....See, C? Told ya so. Even Ron agrees with me.

chuckling here...

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Ron,
  Yes sir I am here by the grace you show wandering souls to leave, return, and be accepted. I realize that the many who have welcomed me back time and time again deserve the respect and care I not let my own zealous nature when it comes to words become an irritant. So, I do worry about how I come across and that I not take over someone's thread or poem or in any way make them feel I am being arrogant.

I appreciate you words.... understand the generosity with which they are offered and thank you.

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48 posted 09-03-2010 10:07 PM       View Profile for Cpat Hair   Email Cpat Hair   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Cpat Hair

Amaryllis,
  ma'am, thank you.
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49 posted 09-03-2010 10:07 PM       View Profile for Cpat Hair   Email Cpat Hair   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Cpat Hair

Sunshine..
stop gloating... it doesn't become you
:-)

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