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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas 
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I was eight, thin, no weight Had three elders, Anne, Tim, Nate Nate was the baby before I came Eight years my senior, never tame Pampered and coddled, he was like Dad Just a lazy drunken old bag But he played lead guitar, had a band Had a good ear, but not a good hand He and his buds in the garage Drunken and high, writing garbage I played violin, earning his scorn It became clear he wished me unborn One afternoon, I heard him in the attic Or the Bar, where Dad could be an addict In peace, drunken and surly, never a tab Bottles of whiskey turning meat into flab I heard Nate play, his best I'd bet Tuned my violin and made a duet But off, discordant sound for Pop For Nate dropped a chord and stopped Dad got up for another, while Nate sat And I saw Dad in his face, getting fat Something snapped...I know it wasn't fair But I went off on Nate, with Dad the pair He blew me off, got sullen, then angry When I slapped his face with "LOOK AT ME!!" That did it, his face shut down Leaving nothing but a thoughtful frown I bolted, violin in hand, steps by four Locking and bolting bathroom doors Frame buckles, wood splinters fly Saved by a horn beeping outside Seems Mom and siblings went shopping Saving me from a thwomping So I moved past ruined door, looking about Nate's in the garage, the lousy lout I sneak to Anne's room, and slip outside Mom has company and spies Me still carrying my violin case Asks if I can give a taste I smile, unship, rosin and tune Played a silly piece I called "Mayflies in June" I look up and see the rifle bore aimed at me Nate looking through the scope at me A long thin ugly note from my violin And my world explodes Alicat p.s.: based upon a dream which woke me this morning ------------------ Le Jongleur Aspirante |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
You have GOT to stop eating those guacamole burritos before you go to bed! |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Don't ya just sometimes wonder where it is that our minds go while we're asleep? Maybe they have their own plan for us.... Our dreams overtake us.... yeah, that's it.. |
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Sally S. Senior Member
since 1999-06-07
Posts 847Ohio |
Wow.....a powerful adaptation of your dream. This forum is full of very talented souls. Great work Alicat.....purrrrr |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
Thanks everyone...it was really weird...I was in the mid 1950's, at least I think so from the look of the cars, and was the youngest of 4, and a growing violin prodigy, thus the hatred of Nate. Very weird. I wasn't born until 1970, and was #2 of 4, and love the violin, but haven't taken many lessons (those were in college), my dad detests alcohol, and my mom is a semi-social butterfly/recluse. I wrote this out before submitting it...and look back over what I wrote after a couple of hours...very shaky handwriting...talk about spooked. Took 4 cups of coffee and many smokes before I started calming down. I heard the shot and my eyes popped open. Nothing around me made that noise. Just thinking of it gives me the willies.  Alicat |
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elvira Senior Member
since 1999-07-06
Posts 936California |
what an intriguing (sp?) dream Alicat ------------------ If I had my mouth I would bite. If I had my liberty I would do my liking. In the mean time, let me be that I am, and seek not to alter me. ~~~Shakespeare~~~ |
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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
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