Epilogue to Twain at River's End

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Cpat Hair

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since 2001-06-05

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0 posted 2004-07-20 11:41 AM

She only draws 12 in draft
And dances on wake or wind
Unlike the bigger ones I’ve ridden

Lakes seem to go round in circles
Pointless at times to swirl
Without change in such sameness
And I yearn for the river again
With muddy banks and gravel
Interspersed with live oak or cypress
That reaches with spread fingers
to seine the day
And shadows from the edges of each passing

No need to call twain here

Last time I saw you
That dress which gaped open across your chest
Was doing its own swirling
Eddies of wind off the evening sky
Pushing it around your thighs
While my eyes studied the frown on your face

“Too long” you said
and then added a "So" to the long
as I turned to grab my bag from deck

Some thing you said or did
Reminded me I had slept in the river’s bed too long
And began a journey of my own
To end up here
                         In 14 ft of glass almost as old as I
And showing the wear as much
                                                  Her own scars

So, I watch the clouds this evening
As the small waves push me in rock
Reminding me of bed springs and us
Wondering…
      Do you ever gaze out towards the river
And think of me?

Did you ever... without dread

[This message has been edited by Cpat Hair (07-20-2004 12:23 PM).]

1slick_lady
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since 2000-12-22

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standing on a shadow's lace

1 posted 2004-07-20 11:43 AM

"And think of me?

Did you ever... without dread"

no one could ever see you
with dread or regret

Nightshade

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since 2001-08-31

Posts 13962
just out of reach

2 posted 2004-07-20 11:50 AM

Excellent Cpat. Your writings simply amaze me. hugs, Chris

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

Sunshine

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Listening to every heart

3 posted 2004-07-20 11:56 AM

Do you ever gaze out towards the river
And think of me?

~*~

when, in need of inspiration...
always.

Seymour Tabin
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since 1999-07-07

Posts 31720
Tamarac Fla

4 posted 2004-07-20 11:58 AM

Cpat,
Good write, but loaded question. LOL

Enchantress
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since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

5 posted 2004-07-20 12:06 PM

" Do you ever gaze out towards the river
And think of me? "

Always Captain...always.

Tiersdin
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since 2000-11-17

Posts 2364
east coast

6 posted 2004-07-20 12:13 PM

How could she not?

beautifully written, Captain.

~tier

Susan Caldwell
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since 2002-12-27

Posts 8348
Florida

7 posted 2004-07-20 12:13 PM

Epilogue?

I am of the mind today that nothing ever really ends...just keeps replaying to a different background...

I prefer the mud of the river to the glass.

"cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind"
~Sarah McLachlan~

suthern

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since 1999-07-29

Posts 20723
Louisiana

8 posted 2004-07-20 05:15 PM

Oh, wow... that last line adds a powerful punch to an excellent write!!!

serenity blaze
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since 2000-02-02

Posts 27738

9 posted 2004-07-20 05:45 PM

A perfect open ending...

(you know how I love those)

I read everything you offer up (and have been known to save a few) so I just scrawl my "I was here"...and whisper my applause.

Magnus

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since 2001-10-10

Posts 14135
South Carolina, USA

10 posted 2004-07-20 06:02 PM

Well done El Capitain....very well done.
so much to be felt within this piece. You
write moods and moments very well.

Susan
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since 2004-03-27

Posts 5104
walking the surreal

11 posted 2004-07-20 07:46 PM

I felt this one running through my veins, caught in its current. Wonderful.

Susan

Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind.

Janet Marie
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since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

12 posted 2004-07-20 08:13 PM

oh man...............
*mothy puddles*

you will already know how much I love this one....and why....
and know this too...I will be back when time allows.........

I would love to live as a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding.

~Fluent~
John O'Donohue

Greeneyes

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since 2000-09-09

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In Your Poetic Mind

13 posted 2004-07-20 10:27 PM

So, I watch the clouds this evening
As the small waves push me in rock
Reminding me of bed springs and us
Wondering…
Do you ever gaze out towards the river
And think of me?
~~~~~

...

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone though you're still with me
I've been alone all along..Now I'm bound by the life you left behind

Janet Marie
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since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

14 posted 2004-07-21 10:34 AM

She only draws 12 in draft
And dances on wake or wind
Unlike the bigger ones I’ve ridden

Lakes seem to go round in circles
Pointless at times to swirl
Without change in such sameness
And I yearn for the river again
With muddy banks and gravel
Interspersed with live oak or cypress
That reaches with spread fingers
to seine the day
And shadows from the edges of each passing
============================================

Like a bad rash..... I'm baaaaaack

but then how could I not...you write of river banks and bends and the moth will be here... the above verse alone is poetic gold...and so..the moth must worship it properly. *S*

you KNEW I was gonna do this, right? LOL

I would love to live as a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding.

~Fluent~
John O'Donohue

Janet Marie
Member Laureate

since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

15 posted 2004-07-21 11:06 AM

I would love to live as a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding.

~Fluent~
John O'Donohue

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