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Jake's Place ( to satisfy a moth)

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Jake looked older,
But then again we both were
And lord knows Iambe passing
Hadn’t rolled any years backwards
Except in memory.

“It was quick.”
Jake began
“she never saw the car coming”

“Drinking?”
I asked
Knowing the answer.

“Yeah.”
He muttered.


New Mexico is still dusty
And the windows of Jake’s place
Didn’t look like they had been cleaned
Since Poncho V. had been a kid
So there wasn’t much sunlight
Coming through

A comfortable shadow
That hid the pain
Neither of us wanted to talk about.

“You want a beer?”
Jake asked as he rose and grabbed two
Knowing as well the answer I’d give.

“Jake,”
I tried to say more
But took a long pull on the brown bottle instead

He just nodded
“I know, bud, me too.”

We sat silent
Long enough to let the sun fade even more
And the evening breeze to pick up
Small clouds of dirt from the floor
Swirling them
Endless it seemed
“I put flowers on her stone.”
I finally said.

His blink and turn of head
Told me more than my throat would care
To swallow or my eyes would hold
So I rose and walked to look out.

“I never blamed you for going, you know.”

“She was a bitch on wheels when she got started.”

I turned then
Looked at his eyes that suddenly seemed rheumy,
And said,
“She was beautiful Jake.”
“Too much so for my heart to stand.”


Next morning,
My head hurt from too many memories
And too much tequila
That Jake and I had poured down
Trying to wash the bile of losing her
From our minds,
But the road was empty
And it looked like it might rain.

“Later Jake”
with a wave
knowing later might never come.

“You, take care.”
He said and turned back to the door

I felt the first drops fall
Before I made the truck

Then
It stormed.

[This message has been edited by Cpat Hair (09-26-2003 04:42 PM).]

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I see that Konrad jerked his
head north...sigh.

Not only for the moth, sir...
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2 posted 09-26-2003 05:59 PM       View Profile for Duncan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Duncan

No, not just the moth.....
Thank you Ron.
But I'm still pissed  
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3 posted 09-26-2003 09:58 PM       View Profile for Dark Angel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Dark Angel

sigh, so sad yet beautiful.

A fabulous write Ron

Maree.

fate is not just
whose cooking  smells good
but which way the wind blows

(Ani DiFranco)

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A comfortable shadow
That hid the pain
Neither of us wanted to talk about.

“You want a beer?”
Jake asked as he rose and grabbed two
Knowing as well the answer I’d give.

“Jake,”
I tried to say more
But took a long pull on the brown bottle instead

He just nodded
“I know, bud, me too.”

We sat silent
Long enough to let the sun fade even more
And the evening breeze to pick up
Small clouds of dirt from the floor
Swirling them
Endless it seemed
“I put flowers on her stone.”
I finally said.

His blink and turn of head
Told me more than my throat would care
To swallow or my eyes would hold
So I rose and walked to look out.


====================================


this moth is most grateful...
I needed this today..more than even I knew...

thank you Ron...for indulging a moths love of your work....hopefully not at your own expense.

"If you feel heartbreak, distant thunder, lightning, earthquakes ...
If you wonder why the earth moves ... this is me missing you."

JH

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*sniffle*

"Vision without action is a daydream.  Action without vision is a nightmare." -Japanese Proverb
~ KS

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For Ron....and Iambe.
(thank you always, for the inspiration)
~~~~~~


Heading Home


After Travis left, Jake poured a cup of coffee,
sat down at a table by the rain streaked
window and watched the storms roll in for
hours, losing track of time to the rain's
cadence on the roof.

He hadn't notice when Kate came down.
As she cleaned and set up the tables, she
kept his cup filled the same way her
company kept his life from being empty.

Part of the road washed away and Jake smiled
recalling his and Iambe's last conversation.
She just showed up late one evening on the heels
of a thunderstorm. They sat together in silence,
watching blue lighting crisscross the desert sky.

"I'm tired of red clay and dust Jake. It makes everything
old before its time. I'm thinking about taking off."

"Where to, or is it -- who to? Jake asked with a playful smirk.

She turned suddenly serious and shook her head.

"There is no "who" to go to. Hasn't been for a long time.
But there is a place and its never left my mind for long.
I think its time to go back there again, maybe to stay."

She went on to tell Jake about a stretch of beach in the
gulf that some rodeo circuit cowboy had taken her to.
It was the first time she had ever been by the sea.
She couldn't recall his name but the tides had remained
with her and now were calling her back.

As she described the white sand shoreline and the turquoise
waves that rolled in from an endless blue horizon, Jake saw a
spark in her eyes he hadn't seen since she was a child wading
in creek beds and river banks while her brothers tried to fish and
keep her curiosity from drowning her.

She told him how alive she felt when she heard the waves,
how when she was by the ocean, it felt like she was "home."
Like it was the thing that was always missing inside of her.
The empty we all have but never quite understand.

"We've been a lot of places Jake, seen God's country from our
windshields and rearview mirrors. And all have become a part of
who we are; prairies of gold, plains of red rust, deserts of orange,
mountains of limestone that fall into emerald river bends. I've been
humbled by the beauty of them all. I once thought there wasn't a more
amazing sight than a desert night lit by the stars. But that morning
on a beach in Mexico I saw the sky reflected on wet sand and I knew
where I belonged. I wont truly be at peace till I'm back there."

Jake blinked back the tears and memories, reaching in his pocket he
pulled out a gold chain with a tiny cross charm on it. It had belonged to
their mother and once given to Iambe it had rarely been off her neck. Just
before she drove off that night, Iambe had given it to him to give to Dillion.

It was the last time he'd seen her before the call came.
Now as he held it in his hand he knew what he needed
to do.

He told Kate he was leaving, she nodded with her all knowing
smile when he said he wasn't sure when he was coming back.

"The place is yours anyway Kate,
has been ever since you walked in the door."

"Mind if I ask where you're going"

Jake put the necklace back in his pocket and said,

"I'm giving someone a ride home."


         

         
"If you hear teardrops falling like rain on the rooftops ...
know what you're listening to ... this is me missing you."
"If you see lonely, clear skies turning stormy ...
Lightning strikes and all you see is blue ... this is me missing you"
If you feel heartbreak, distant thunder, lightning, earthquakes ...
If you wonder why the earth moves ... this is me missing you.
If you touch empty, reach in the darkness and don't find me ...
Then you'll know just what I'm going through ... this is me missing you.

James House
This Is Me Missing You.



[This message has been edited by Janet Marie (09-27-2003 04:05 PM).]

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ah yes.... hoped it would spur something from your muse... and I see it mixed the sea with the plains quite well...

nicely done JM... nice indeed... now...
go write something else..lol.. maybe some tigerboy poetry to annoy Duncan..I love it when he gets annoyed at tigerboy poetry..

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heh ...

hey Dunc...Ron's got your number me thinks LOL

So..ya want some tigerboyyeeee poetry do ya D?

lmao


"If you feel heartbreak, distant thunder, lightning, earthquakes ...
If you wonder why the earth moves ... this is me missing you."

JH

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9 posted 09-29-2003 04:47 PM       View Profile for Duncan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Duncan

I'm in mourning, so no...but thank you both SO much for thinking of me.  
(Somebody shoulda run over that silly tiger instead of Iambe)  
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Hmmmm....Dunc sounds a little bitter...
what do ya think Ron?
maybe the porch puppy got fleas...

ya know...he talks all about my tigerboyee...
but I happen to know hes got a house full of cute striped felines.

Hes not fooling anyone.
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lol..I think Ross is indeed in mourning..and still peeved at Iambe's passing on. Bitter...not really, more vexed that he had the chance to save her and didn't...lol...
as for the dancing tiger... you know JM.. that thing would make a heck of a target at a shooting gallery...

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Hell, you could knock the goofy thing for a loop with a water pistol!  Why waste good lead?
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hey around here... lead/water, may mean the same thing... lol

besides, if you get the tiger wet, he might turn mean... if you put him in a shooting gallery and make him run back and forth on a steel track, you can plink him, watch him fall over, plink him again, etc etc...

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Now see, that's why you're the smart one and I'm the good looking one.
Alrighty then...let's go tiger hunting!!!!
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tiger hunting... hmmm. nah..wouldn't want to hurt JM's pet.... besides I know you have a thing for cats.. think of it as a stray..and just embrace it..lol

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Here kitty, kitty, kitty....lemme embrace ya over here by this cute little mongoose I found trying to straddle that fence with Ron.
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JM must've gone out for some kittylitterations.....
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Target??? shooting gallery???
oh--oh-- I see how it is....

I write you a poem and you go with the enemy ...

Hmmmm...I was gonna write some more of this Jake...pick up where that one left off....
but now....
now Im not feeling so inspired....

aint just like you male dogs to pee on the same tree.  lmao

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19 posted 09-29-2003 08:25 PM       View Profile for Janet Marie   Email Janet Marie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Janet Marie

quote:
more vexed that he had the chance to save her and didn't



what???
Duncan could have save her and didnt????

Oh REALLY????
DO TELL....


"Oh Lucy...yu got some splainin to do"

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Target practice...

psssssssss... lmao..
I KNOW all about mens aim  heh













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Ron?  Can I be a moth too?
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Martie.... of course you can

You may have to take up tiger taunting as JM has done...or develop a new form of torture for duncan, but then again, he is easily tortured... lol.

thanks for the read Martie.. and the words.


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Dunc...you think you can bring her back to life...I mean, it's a fairytale, right?  Iambe is just SLEEPING....
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For now, I'll just say that sometimes a love must die to one man, to live for another.
We shall see...
 
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