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What's for Dinner, Darlin'?

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Martie
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What’s For Dinner, Darlin'?                            

Minutes from my front door
is a winding mountain road
and pristine experimental forest
clothed in spring still,
blooming with purple lupin
and cascading wild daisies.

Big Dalton Dam,
held back quiet water’s
mellow hold on slowly moving
green mossy grass dancing
where the bass silently swim
in unworried torpor
collecting crawfish.

Two gates locked
and we have the key
that opens onto a place
noisy with bees
and frequent piles of bear scat,
where the shy deer drinks
we slip our line into translucent water
and I watch the graceful questioning
of my hooked and appealing worm.

The sun has coasted behind the ridge
and bats dive in graceful meal catching
when from the center of the lake
a lazy eye splashes
across the quiet surface lapping.

I am a patient worm dangler
drinking in the scene,
memorizing the colors,
listening for a bird song,
watching the smoky sky drain daylight
and my mate in fisherman frenzy
plops his lure and perfects the movement
until the silver slither shines
in luscious attraction.

Plop, I hear through my revere
and then silence so heavy I can hear a sigh,
plop, across the water,
it is the percussion to the vocals of the dove,
the beat that moves the rippled water,
plop, a cadence sweet and simple
plop, then silence as I turn to see
him pull out a huge large mouth bass
and watch joy wash across his face.

What’s for dinner, darlin’?
I simper into the fading perfect darkening sky.



[This message has been edited by Martie (edited 06-03-2000).]
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Marge Tindal
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1 posted 06-03-2000 05:57 PM       View Profile for Marge Tindal   Email Marge Tindal   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Marge Tindal's Home Page   View IP for Marge Tindal

Oooooooh, Martie~
What a treat.
You caught the big one !
And he put supper on the table !
It's a keeper !
Now fry up some mouth-watering hush-puppies
and let's chow down.
NOW ... who is making who HUNGRY ?  
Delightful, my friend.
GONE FISHIN'
~*Marge*~



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okay Marge, now I've got all the ingredients for hush puppies...who's coming to dinner?
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3 posted 06-03-2000 07:13 PM       View Profile for Marge Tindal   Email Marge Tindal   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Marge Tindal's Home Page   View IP for Marge Tindal

Martie, girl ...
Enjoy that recipe ... it's filled with 'southern' delight !
Mouth-watering, lip-smacking good !
Wish I could be there.
Can't ..  
But ... somewhere in the future,
we WILL do it !
Love ya'
~*Marge*~


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Rosemary J. Gwaltney
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4 posted 06-03-2000 07:45 PM       View Profile for Rosemary J. Gwaltney   Email Rosemary J. Gwaltney   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Rosemary J. Gwaltney's Home Page   View IP for Rosemary J. Gwaltney

Dear Martie, what a beautiful poem - what a lovely painting!  We miss our forest.  We're stuck in a city right now, and I'm overwhelmed by the evil, the non-caring, the isolation.  I find much more isolation in the midst of thousands, than in the forest even when there is no one there.  And if you're in the forest with your honey, as I see you are, it is the most wonderful place on earth!  (In our opinion.)
Your words gave me an oasis to enjoy, while we're stuck in this place.
~ ~ ~



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You've painted another beautiful landscape, Martie! How was dinner?  

Denise
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you still owe me a fishing trip... *smile*
the walleye are in a feeding frenzy here, but we have a few largemouths...  (bass that is)
another splendid poem Martie.
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7 posted 06-04-2000 11:33 AM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie

Marge--Thanks for sending me the recipe.  The hush puppies were delicious!!  The bass was one of the best fish I've ever tasted and the squash, fresh from the garden...yum!

Rosemary--We live outside one of the biggest cities, Los Angeles...but it is amazing that we can drive a few minutes one way in be in a national forest and an hour the other way and be at the ocean.  I'm glad my poem took you there.

Denise--glad you liked my art work!

Mike--I owe you more than one fishing trip, me thinks...get yourself over here...now!  
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