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Ribbon Of Goodbyes and Hellos
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Ribbon Of Goodbyes and Hellos |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA 
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Reading the license plate ahead as miles behind turn scrub oak and mesquite to a blur. Barbed wire captures the tumbleweed and dune of sand, though slight as the bump of a hot asphalt ribbon running endlessly into the horizon wakes sleeping minds as a golden ball shrinks into the dusk ahead. Each lurching precarious sway remembered as breath was held till blue. Till the next bump that took the heaviness out of the seat beneath me. Smelling… The richness of Joe laced with a swirl of milk and Two spoons in clink of the ear. A once white cup, stained from a thousand sips and ahhhhs…Juan and his donkey would be proud. Hazel against the clear of curved glass, counting fence posts, telephone poles, watching the ever penetrating pump jack bringing mother crude to feed the wheels rolling endless black ribbons into a sunset describable only as “awesome”. Swirling brunette and blues, there beside me as I ride shotgun on this caravan called moving…Full lips, high cheeks, with a touch of freckles around a nose that could smell my thoughts of ever telling a lie. Where was the hatchet when I needed one for my cherry tree. A dozen or so moves from town to town, where dreams were born from the dust of a Texas day. Where boys grew and lived friend to friend, as goodbyes and tears became just a part of what was… Following that black ribbon, as stripes fell into the darkness behind….following a home on wheels, as a pump jack bowed in reverence to black gold and blue eyes smiled at me, a mother’s smile… Hazel rested, knowing all would be well over the next rise of ribbon, the next small town in a journey of dreams.. From the age of 8 till 13, I lived in approximately a dozen Texas towns, following my father's work....We lived in a mobile home, small by today's standards...This is my feel of that trek taken between each new part of a child's reality... Enjoy... |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
I absolutely loved this, the feel of it, brought to mind Kerouac. Black ribbons, that's brilliant. I don't know what else to say I'm going to go back and reread it a few times I love it and am totally in awe of your abilties sir. |
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Greeneyes 
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
Bravo to you.....you are always a joy to read, in which ever medium....Happy New Year...hugsssssssss...  Lauren~ I sing to life |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Dang Barry! This just blew me away!! Fantastic...and a keeper for my library! "Full lips, high cheeks, with a touch of freckles around a nose that could smell my thoughts of ever telling a lie." Great images here... ~Hugs, Sighs, and a Happy New Year!~ ~Time has cast a spell on you, |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Gosh, will I be able to get through the doorway? My head swelling to proportions known only to hot air baloons... Thanx much for the review.... to you both, Thanx Aenimal and Lauren... and Happy New Year!!! |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Nancy, you are sneaky, snuck in between replies and posts.. Thanx dear one, and may you and your family bring safely in a prosperous and happy new year!!!! And don't forget the White Shoulders!!! |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Goodness, Barry, I felt like I was right there in the car with you. My Dad was an electrician and until I was in the seventh grade, we used to go out of town with him a lot to work on big construction jobs. We did this even during school time until my little brother started to school. Then, we only went during summer months. I loved going to different towns and schools and making different friends....and the traveling, too. I used to lie down in the seat and count telephone and electrical poles and road signs until I went to sleep. Well, I could go on and on about all those times and different friends and experiences.........  "Love makes the world go around" |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Thanx Ethel, and I am sure we would listen. Yes, variety is the spice of life, and I certainly was given that...though there were moments I wished I had not endured... But it was all part of growing up... |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
I love the imagery in this one, it was as though I could se and smell all the sights through your words Happy New Year ! |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
You know, I love the stories that you write about the richness of your life. Spiced with wonder, and reality,,,and black ribbons. TD |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
You brought to me a wonderful thought of my mother, whose father traveled from town to town, being in the government's employ...13 schools before she graduated... thank you. And free verse... could I be happier? [This message has been edited by Sunshine (01-01-2003 06:08 PM).] |
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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
Brilliant! Totally brilliant!! My perspective of me is different, |
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Salty Senior Member
since 2002-11-23
Posts 669Texas |
Oh I know those small Texas town well....and you describe the trip perfectly. Enjoyed the ride with you *S* ~Salty In the Midst of movement and chaos, keep stillness inside of you. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Barry, An excellent write and I enjoyed the read. |
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