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Duncan
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0 posted 2004-03-20 01:51 PM



I slept a few hours
at the edge of the woods
that opened onto the cemetery,
then spent the next three days
stumbling between Jake’s Place and Weasel’s,
until a town cop offered to put me up for the night
if I was needin’ accommodations.

I thanked him clearly as I could,
then recited a verse from a poem
I’d always associated with my mother.

I didn’t know why I said it, then or now.
Then, as now, it was a late summer evening...

A Tuesday, so Mama and her friends from town
were goin’ to the Coral Castle
for somethin’ called ladies night.
She liked Tuesday’s for just that reason
and was almost dancin’ down the front steps
of my Grandma’s house,
waving her hat towards me in good-bye
as I sat cross-legged on the porch swing,
dropping mostly unsnapped peas
into a sack below me
and grumblin’
about havin’ to be in before dark.

“What do you need to do so badly after dark Jackson?”
Her foot stopped on the last step as she asked the question
but I could see the rest of her strainin’
to climb into the powder blue Thunderbird
idling impatiently in front of the house.  

“Nothin’, I just wanna play in the woods”
I stated it as I would’ve a request
to go to Sunday School.  

But my tone was lost to her
as she heard the word ‘woods’
and she responded as she always did,
“Gram doesn’t like you to be in the woods after dark,
she says it’s not safe.”

“It’s plenty safe.  It ain’t nothin’ but some trees Ma.”
I struggled to keep the pitch of my voice
from rising to a whine
knowing if I did,
she would turn me off like a light switch.

“It’s like that poem you’re always sayin’”
I almost shouted, as I saw her weight shift
to step down into the yard.

She continued her momentum but asked
“What poem?”  

“The woods are lovely, dark and deep.”
I recited the one line,
running the words all together
just wanting off that porch
and away from those snap peas.

“The woods are lovely, dark and deep
but I have promises to keep
and miles to go before I sleep
and miles to go before I sleep.”
she recited in her turn...
but slowly, deliberately.

“Yeah, that one.” I said, noting something
had pleased her.

“Go play Jackson.  Maybe you’ll write about it someday.”  
She smiled and waved out the window
as the tires made small dust storms
down the length of the dirt drive
and I ran towards the trees.

.
Now, on this Tuesday
and after reciting the same verse
for reasons that were never clear to me,
I walked away
headed towards the south side of town
tapping the bottle in my pocket
with a rhythm that willed me
to put one foot in front of the other
without falling,
until I came to where Lake Purdy Road
curved into the back of Iambe’s property.

I didn’t expect any light
to be burning
and none was.

I let myself in and passed out
on the couch, shortly after.
And there I remained
until late afternoon two days later.

© Copyright 2004 Duncan - All Rights Reserved
Enchantress
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1 posted 2004-03-20 02:08 PM


Dang!!!  YES!!!
This...THIS is fantastic...and well worth the wait!!
I'm smilin' ear to ear...
*'Tis also one of my favourites*  
I do hope you have more in mind..pleeease.
I didn't want it to end..nope..there has to be more.
~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~


Poetry is not an opinion expressed...
it is a song that rises from a bleeding wound
...or a smiling mouth.

         ~  Kahlil Gibran

Margherita
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2 posted 2004-03-20 02:15 PM


Ah yes, promises to keep!

I enjoyed this beautiful piece greatly.

It makes me sigh ...

Love, Margherita

Duncan
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3 posted 2004-03-20 02:15 PM


Thank you Nancy.  Maybe I'll tape your response to the screen, see if it inspires me to spend a bit more time on these.  
Thanks for the read Margherita!

Sunshine
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4 posted 2004-03-20 02:45 PM


I didn’t expect any light
to be burning
and none was.

~*~

Wanna bet?

Duncan
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5 posted 2004-03-20 03:00 PM


Speaking of inspiration...Hi Kari!!
By the time Jackson catches up with Konrad, he'll be an old man...  

Seymour Tabin
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6 posted 2004-03-20 03:10 PM


Duncan
Good lead for a short story, enjoyed the read.

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7 posted 2004-03-20 03:35 PM


I see you haven't been wasting time on that porch. Nice shelling job, goober!

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8 posted 2004-03-20 03:47 PM


Thanks for writing that

My brother used to do that until the bottle walked him

Dave

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9 posted 2004-03-20 03:48 PM


She liked Tuesday’s for just that reason
and was almost dancin’ down the front steps
of my Grandma’s house,
waving her hat towards me in good-bye


“What do you need to do so badly after dark Jackson?”
Her foot stopped on the last step as she asked the question
but I could see the rest of her strainin’
to climb into the powder blue Thunderbird
idling impatiently in front of the house.  

“Nothin’, I just wanna play in the woods”
I stated it as I would’ve a request
to go to Sunday School.  


“It’s plenty safe.  It ain’t nothin’ but some trees Ma.”
I struggled to keep the pitch of my voice
from rising to a whine
knowing if I did,
she would turn me off like a light switch.

“It’s like that poem you’re always sayin’”
I almost shouted, as I saw her weight shift
to step down into the yard.

She continued her momentum but asked
“What poem?”  

“The woods are lovely, dark and deep.”
I recited the one line,
running the words all together
just wanting off that porch
and away from those snap peas.

“The woods are lovely, dark and deep
but I have promises to keep
and miles to go before I sleep
and miles to go before I sleep.”
she recited in her turn...
but slowly, deliberately.

“Yeah, that one.” I said, noting something
had pleased her.

“Go play Jackson.  Maybe you’ll write about it someday.”  
She smiled and waved out the window
as the tires made small dust storms
down the length of the dirt drive
and I ran towards the trees.



-----------------------------


this was cooler than you know....
the way you wrote this I could see her...feel her...smell her perfume..


and was almost dancin’ down the front steps
of my Grandma’s house,



I love the mood you created with her...and the chemistry between the 2 of them...
add to that one of my fave poems being the centerpiece and I am moth giddy.
This was a delightful vignette of character study...you set the scene with out heavy detail and imagery and yet still allowed the reader to see the personality of each...
Bout time Jackson blew back in here.....
and yep...Kari left a light on

Now...about that place called Weasels???
Where was that at again?  


( the next parts on the way right???) yayaya


Home is a feeling I buried in you ...
I'm alright, I'm alright ... It only hurts when I breathe ...

M.E.

sea_of_okc
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10 posted 2004-03-20 04:28 PM


Well Duncan this was pretty awesome bud.
Draws the reader right in and makes them feel like they are right there watching it all transpire.
Let's see some more!

Martie
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11 posted 2004-03-20 07:02 PM


Duncan...it takes sensitivity to make a character human...you have done that!  
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12 posted 2004-03-21 12:46 PM


oh, so good, sooo good...want to see more of this!
BluesSerenade
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13 posted 2004-03-21 06:09 PM


I see the human spirit is alive and well in this poem of yours.  
I really liked the way you portrayed some hard truths that come with age,
as well as the innocence of youth as seen through a young mans eyes.  
Besides that you tapped into a very special memory for me,
and colored it powder blue...such is the beauty of poetry,
and I thank you for that Duncan~


It is indeed a purdy road you went down and brought to life.

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just out of reach
14 posted 2004-03-21 06:40 PM


Much enjoyed this excellent write. Chris

   Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale.
                                          Hans Christian Anderson

passing shadows
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15 posted 2004-03-21 06:44 PM


I read this earlier but don't know what happened...I menat to reply...

good story

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16 posted 2004-03-21 07:08 PM


duncan...this IS incredible...!!!
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