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The Owl and Me
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The Owl and Me |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana 
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many, many years ago I was a tow-headed boy in Arkansas near our house were the woods I used to play nearby was told never to venture into them because of the panthers (Arkansas didn't have panthers I later learned) one late afternoon I was near the woods standing still as if I knew what was coming and come it did whoo-whoo though I could not see the owl I could hear it and it seemed to be speaking to me something inside me felt as though it was sharing a secret whoo-whoo a few years later I understood what the owl was trying to tell me as I stared my parents down in the kitchen that damnable night asking who is my real mother who is my real daddy ©February 6, 2012 / Jerry Pat Bolton At a cocktail party, one woman said to another, 'Aren't you wearing your wedding ring on the wrong finger?' 'Yes, I am. I married the wrong man.' |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Did not end the way I thought it would Jerry...But that is the intrigue of poetry...Ya never know where you are going to end up. I am a lover of stories, especially those from the south.. This one somehow reminded me of the hairy man tales, and the panther might have been him, and you the poor ,scared Lysander Bochamp of those stories.. But your ending was perfect for your tale. A kid alone with heavy thoughts .. walking in the woods of life..asking questions.. Well done JP. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Appreciate the very nice comments, Ice. The "real" mother and father question has dodged me all my life. I come from a very small town in Arkansas, population hovering around seven hundred throughout the years. When I began asking question concerning my heritage I was met with lies and silence. Don't tell me small towns can't carry secrets, I know better. I am old enough to die and I still can't find out what I need to know, thus the ending of this poem. At a cocktail party, one woman said to another, 'Aren't you wearing your wedding ring on the wrong finger?' 'Yes, I am. I married the wrong man.' |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"whoo-whoo a few years later I understood what the owl was trying to tell me as I stared my parents down in the kitchen that damnable night asking who is my real mother who is my real daddy" Heart squashing ending. Enjoyed your story, as always!! JL  Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Thanks, JL. It is always good to see you have visited my page, it is appreciated. At a cocktail party, one woman said to another, |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
love it when you twist the ends Jerry Lori |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Ah, thank you, Lori, life is twisted, huh? At a cocktail party, one woman said to another, |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Certain moments and sounds can't be put behind, because the memory is too powerful, just like this experience with the owl that you tell us about so intensely. And I am convinced that you interpreted the message for what it was. An invitation to discover the truth. Very poignant, dear Jerry. Margherita |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
There are so many secrets buried in small towns. It seems like the smaller the town, the more concentrated the dirt is, that is swept under the rug. I know it didn't feel like it at the time, but good for you for standing up. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Yeah, I think I interpreted the message correctly also, Margherita. It was an invitation to discover the truth, but I never found that truth. Shame on certain people. <><> Small towns are the absolute worse, because of their supposedly Tom Sawyer, clean images they are all, everyone I have ever had contact with, hypocrites. Thank you, Nicole, for telling it the way it is. At a cocktail party, one woman said to another, |
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