»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #27
»
On The Banks of Old Tackachee
| Open Poetry #27 |
|
On The Banks of Old Tackachee |
|
timothysangel1973
since 2001-12-03
Posts 1725Never close enough 
|
Not so long ago, the Tackachee River was a haven for the two of us, a secret well worth keeping. Summers in the sun, spent worry free, knowing that life was just around the corner. The bright Southern sun above and around feet in the river sand as we made friends with the breeze and the butterflies. Knowing that there was justification for a wasted day as we frolicked the hours away on the banks, under the trees. It wasn't really a river now that I think of it, but that's what you always called it. No problem in your life was ever bigger than the freedom given to you by the Tackachee. There, under the 100 year old pines you'd lie hands behind your head, telling me every story you'd ever heard. Each time, changing the details so that I wouldn't remember the story and stop you before you were finsihed. The sound of your memories capturing you, as you, captured me again, and again. Even in its age, that river and the memories that the two of you shared, somehow allowed you to stop the exsistance of time. *** I go there now alone, years after your passing and I sit in that same spot under the same trees. I listen and hope that my memory will allow me to hear your voice one more time. If not, this will be my last visit out here to the Tackachee because there are too many reminders of the man that... Used to lie here under the 100 year old pines with his hands under his head, telling me the same story over and over And it reminds me of the girl that would listen, and I realize that the girl is gone, but the woman that remains, is still trying to hear that story one more time. A woman has got to love a bad man once or twice in her life, to be thankful for a good one. -Majorie Kinnan Rawlings- [This message has been edited by timothysangel1973 (07-20-2003 12:50 AM).] |
||
| © Copyright 2003 Tima Chavis Cooke - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
God Tima!  this is so sad...started out so good and happy, then a bittersweet ending...love the story |
||
|
littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Tima: this is perfection . . . My God the hairs on my arms are standing up! Bittersweet indeed but ohhh what a beautiful memory xxoo |
||
|
QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
fabulous read,,,, A voice of honesty |
||
Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Tima~ This intriguing title called me in ... and I'm filled with admiration for the abundance of gentle thought I found~ 'The sound of your memories capturing you, as you, captured me again, and again.' Just lovely, lovely, lovely~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
||
|
Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
Nice write tima |
||
|
Local Rebel Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-21
Posts 5767Southern Abstentia |
and the flame passes on...  |
||
|
Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
So sadly beautiful and like life. |
||
|
Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
you'd lie hands behind your head, telling me every story you'd ever heard. Each time, changing the details so that I wouldn't remember the story and stop you before you were finsihed. AWESOME! |
||
garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
And it reminds me of the girl that would listen, and I realize that the girl is gone, but the woman that remains, is still trying to hear that story one more time. Oh Tima, this is so sad. But, sweet lady, you do have your precious memories to hold on to. They are in your memory bank to forever remain for you to cherish.  Hugs  Ethel |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
