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Martie
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0 posted 2002-03-03 04:03 PM



The Bible Salesman


One summer day,
so hot and humid
she, with windows open
fans going was standing
at the window
letting the air blow
an ice cube
up and down her arms
around her neck,
eyes closed.

Thinking a man
to run his finger up her arm
like this ice cube,
making goose bumps
as a knock
on the door made her jump,
feeling guilty somehow
for her thoughts.

On the porch
a man looking with a grin
at her feelings, she thought,
selling Bibles he said.
She watched his face, not listening,
the way his lips moved
the straight line of his teeth,
the crease that appeared,
then disappeared
from the corner of his eye.
She had wished for a man
and this one had appeared.

He told her about college
and selling Bibles door to door
to support himself
to help his family.
He told her about his three young sisters
and one brother,
how his mom was sick
his dad having trouble.

She bought a Bible, of course.
She bought a Bible,
even though she already had one.
How could she not buy a Bible
from this man?
She would have bought anything from him.

Usually, words flowed from her
like music
from an early morning song bird.
How to make him stay,
after the Bible was in her hand
and the dull day was threatening return?

The ice melted slowly in her hand
making a wet spot on the bodice of her dress
as she clutched it to her bosom.
She had thought of the heat
and this man trudging with his
sacred suitcase full of the Word,
and the ice slowly melting
on her chances.

He had stayed
drinking ice tea
as shadows fell on the day
and the afternoon breeze
curled the pages
of the Bible
that lay on the table between them.
_________
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© Copyright 2002 Martie Odell Ingebretsen - All Rights Reserved
Lone Wolf
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1 posted 2002-03-03 04:18 PM


Very intriguing write, Martie.  Loved this one!!  

All writing comes
by the grace of God.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Rosemary J. Gwaltney
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2 posted 2002-03-03 04:37 PM


This is grand! I could almost feel the heat! Excellent ending. I love your endings, I love your poetry.
Janet Marie
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3 posted 2002-03-03 04:39 PM


Usually, words flowed from her
like music
from an early morning song bird.
How to make him stay,
after the Bible was in her hand
and the dull day was threatening return?

The ice melted slowly in her hand
making a wet spot on the bodice of her dress
as she clutched it to her bosom.
She had thought of the heat
and this man trudging with his
sacred suitcase full of the Word,
and the ice slowly melting
on her chances.

He had stayed
drinking ice tea
as shadows fell on the day
and the afternoon breeze
curled the pages
of the Bible
that lay on the table between them.
=========================================


reprieve comes in on breezes we dont expect.
I love the underlying longing and slow burn in this...
very very cool write Martie.

So it seems your saving grace was only saving face,
you thought he was wanting you...
but he was only wanting you to let him off the hook.

~BNL~

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4 posted 2002-03-03 04:43 PM



Indeed, he remained a man of His word...

well done Martie!  I don't remember seeing this one, but I'm sure as shooting glad you brought it back!

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5 posted 2002-03-03 04:53 PM


Hi Martie,

I remember reading this one a long time ago.  I enjoyed it and and enjoy seeing it once again.  Nice work, my friend. *hugs*

Michael

Michael Auguste~
There is more depth to the heart than the mind can comprehend and it only has boundaries when we choose to fence it in.  

Enchantress
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6 posted 2002-03-03 05:03 PM


Oh Martie, I could just feel the sultry heat as she stood there talking to the salesman...wonderful.  Left me wanting more, sure did.
~Hugs, Nancy~

~Time has cast a spell on you,
So that you won't ever forget me.~

Madame Chipmunk
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7 posted 2002-03-03 06:02 PM


Very beautifully penned, Martie...but it hungers for a sequel.

What happened after they shared that glass of iced tea?  

copyright2002 Lyra Nesius

"poetry is life distilled"  Gwendolyn Brooks

Martie
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8 posted 2002-03-03 06:06 PM


Hi friends...thank you for your replies!  There is an end already written, but it is very sad.  It has already been posted..in the archives...called "Red Rain" if you care to read it.
Nan
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9 posted 2002-03-03 06:14 PM


This is truly a wonderful write.. Can you give our wonderful poets the URL to the sequel??..
Martie
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10 posted 2002-03-03 06:18 PM


Hi Nan...I always appreciate it when you reply to one of my poems..thanks, and here is the link
/pip/Forum42/HTML/002907.html

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11 posted 2002-03-03 06:37 PM


oooooh I got chills, I thought from the ice cubes then I realized from the poem. utterly nice story. floria

Floria

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But die with all their music in them"
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12 posted 2002-03-03 07:31 PM




(smiles) Oh my gosh, this poem at first gave me chills imagining the icecube touches then it made me feel as though it was summer outside! (big hugggssssss) This is wonderful, sweet friend, your words always touch our hearts, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Martie, thank you for sharing!



May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton

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