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Footfalls in the Mud
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Footfalls in the Mud |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Footfalls in the Mud I walked beside him, quietly at first, footfalls in the mud Catching his attention as time passed in maudlin days There were moments when I would look up and find him watching Silently assessing if I had the right stuff, an acceptable level of cool The mud dried hard around him, clearly he had fallen before I leaned forward, perhaps too far sometimes Jousting a little juice, a little saucy cocktail of laughter and longing The mud was warm all the same, when I fell Partially sucked into the cushion of a long standing mote And we laughed, he and I, about how sensitive I was There were times when I sensed a trauma there Just behind that thick covering of aloof despondency Sometimes, I would tiptoe up close enough to chisel the edges away Looking forward these days to the showers of summer Thinning the opaque mystery that molts from time to time Barefoot now, I trail the slivers of fallen shell, like a huntress And wonder if the bisque of belly will burn in the light of love I carry water as happy tears, just in case Copyright Kkh 5/29/09 |
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SlowlyFallAway Member
since 2008-08-29
Posts 279North Carolina |
"There were moments when I would look up and find him watching Silently assessing if I had the right stuff, an acceptable level of cool The mud dried hard around him, clearly he had fallen before" Unfortunatley carries truth. Loved it. |
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Bloodline Member
since 2009-05-23
Posts 236Oklahoma |
Love the images of life in the words and emotions in the lines, "And we laughed, he and I, about how sensitive I was There were times when I sensed a trauma there Just behind that thick covering of aloof despondency Sometimes, I would tiptoe up close enough to chisel the edges away" Bloodline |
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Osprey Member
since 2009-04-12
Posts 249 |
I reckon, happy tears have more power than summer showers |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
ThisDiamond - you write with such delicate grace, nicely done... BC |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
This is powerful writing. "Barefoot now, I trail the slivers of fallen shell, like a huntress And wonder if the bisque of belly will burn in the light of love I carry water as happy tears, just in case" Amazing. Loved it! |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
A real beauty, TD. Gotta love those happy tears!! You just write so nice~ |
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ctowen Member Elite
since 2001-10-18
Posts 2286Green Mountains of VT |
a great write, even if a bit muddy! ... has every bit of tenderness as held in those very tears. Ct |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
much enjoyed this read, my friend. j. |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
As always - masterful writing. Love, Eric |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
"There were times when I sensed a trauma there Just behind that thick covering of aloof despondency" my fav lines all is amazing but.... i like them best |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Tremendous and insightful write, TD! Never forget your water for "them there" happy tears! Helen |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
this is one of those writes that speaks to your soul and reminds you that you've just been allowed to participate in greatness...thank you for sharing...this is good (and yes, words do fail me) |
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kindredspirit Member
since 2009-05-19
Posts 156 |
you write truth with bitter-sweet acuity. i will return to read again.  amazing write! |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Love the many layers of this fine poem, Kathleen. Ida |
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HAZARD Junior Member
since 2009-06-24
Posts 40ENGLAND |
Tremendous! Its not often I really like something. But word choice, construction, pace and erudite craftsmanship is all here in abundance. Relationships are earthy, mud drawn and bitter - yet sweet with laughter and love. Romance is uncertainty lived twice. Hazard |
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