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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho 
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raptured I < !signature-->sighed looking up at the mass of dark clouds lifting off from kissing a mountain side far north on the pan-handle my friends said this would be a nice place to pitch a tent but I was thinking more on the line of a house tucked in near the cedars red sides it was after all the great out of doors settling in I thought about asking all our friends over for cocktails but saw they were gone and we really had none there was one who was going to sail in but said he didn’t know where to put the boat and it was a long haul up the Columbia but I invited him anyway I had planed to show him the digitals and our writing I stepped through the sliding door into the grass still soft from weeks of rain and the fog still hiding the tall firs looking forlorn you said from behind “You don’t ever go out anyway” of course I wouldn’t leave this house either yet the following night I strode down the fresh green path carpeted in crystal white with a near by town in mind thinking still of a grand premiere luckily I no longer had the drafts hands in warm down pockets I turned to see the bleu fog taking its final kiss from her nights lover then remembered I was nobodi If I could paint a portrait, of this life in which I've led, and somehow sketch a story, of the visions in my head, I'd start out with a canvas, stretched tightly in a frame, and in the bottom corner, I'd leave room to sign my name. (Michelle A. Bartley) [This message has been edited by lucky (edited 10-11-2000).] |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Lucky~ Let it never be said that you're a nobodi. I know I'm always in for a treat to read one of your presentations. of a grand premiere luckily I no longer had the drafts hands in warm down pockets I turned to see the bleu fog taking its final kiss from her nights lover then remembered I was nobodi The whole thing is wonderful ... but I really LIKED this thought. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
I love this. I love the style. The format. The way it reads. It is all just very well done. Thanks for the read, Lucky.  K"He looked across the silky surface of the Severn... it was a famously difficult river with fierce tides..." From Jack Maggs |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Hi Lucky....well, I guess I shouldn't tell you how much this touched me, even though it does...and just say home is where the heart is or something like a hug. |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
Dale - you're one cool puppy - i'm going to have to watch you |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
Oh, I can feel it, see it, know it ... beautiful and overflowing with imagery that coated my senses like honey - all the way up until the last word - which clutched at my heart, and made me run over and hug you - you are everything to me! You've been coming up with all these absolutely lovely poems lately, that run right along with my own thoughts these days, but written as I never could! What a treat! You're so wonderful in every way! With oceans of love, your wife, Rosemary [This message has been edited by Rosemary J. Gwaltney (edited 10-11-2000).] |
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