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What's for Dinner, Darlin'?
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What's for Dinner, Darlin'? |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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What’s For Dinner, Darlin'? Minutes from my front door is a winding mountain road and pristine experimental forest clothed in spring still, blooming with purple lupin and cascading wild daisies. Big Dalton Dam, held back quiet water’s mellow hold on slowly moving green mossy grass dancing where the bass silently swim in unworried torpor collecting crawfish. Two gates locked and we have the key that opens onto a place noisy with bees and frequent piles of bear scat, where the shy deer drinks we slip our line into translucent water and I watch the graceful questioning of my hooked and appealing worm. The sun has coasted behind the ridge and bats dive in graceful meal catching when from the center of the lake a lazy eye splashes across the quiet surface lapping. I am a patient worm dangler drinking in the scene, memorizing the colors, listening for a bird song, watching the smoky sky drain daylight and my mate in fisherman frenzy plops his lure and perfects the movement until the silver slither shines in luscious attraction. Plop, I hear through my revere and then silence so heavy I can hear a sigh, plop, across the water, it is the percussion to the vocals of the dove, the beat that moves the rippled water, plop, a cadence sweet and simple plop, then silence as I turn to see him pull out a huge large mouth bass and watch joy wash across his face. What’s for dinner, darlin’? I simper into the fading perfect darkening sky. [This message has been edited by Martie (edited 06-03-2000).] |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Oooooooh, Martie~ What a treat. You caught the big one ! And he put supper on the table ! It's a keeper ! Now fry up some mouth-watering hush-puppies and let's chow down. NOW ... who is making who HUNGRY ?  Delightful, my friend. GONE FISHIN' ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
okay Marge, now I've got all the ingredients for hush puppies...who's coming to dinner? |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Martie, girl ... Enjoy that recipe ... it's filled with 'southern' delight ! Mouth-watering, lip-smacking good ! Wish I could be there.  Can't ..  But ... somewhere in the future, we WILL do it ! Love ya' ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
Dear Martie, what a beautiful poem - what a lovely painting! We miss our forest. We're stuck in a city right now, and I'm overwhelmed by the evil, the non-caring, the isolation. I find much more isolation in the midst of thousands, than in the forest even when there is no one there. And if you're in the forest with your honey, as I see you are, it is the most wonderful place on earth! (In our opinion.) Your words gave me an oasis to enjoy, while we're stuck in this place. ~ ~ ~ The spiritual wind that holds survivors aloft, plants the seeds from which bloom new hope ... R.J.G. |
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Denise
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since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
You've painted another beautiful landscape, Martie! How was dinner? Denise |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
you still owe me a fishing trip... *smile* the walleye are in a feeding frenzy here, but we have a few largemouths... (bass that is) another splendid poem Martie. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Marge--Thanks for sending me the recipe. The hush puppies were delicious!! The bass was one of the best fish I've ever tasted and the squash, fresh from the garden...yum! Rosemary--We live outside one of the biggest cities, Los Angeles...but it is amazing that we can drive a few minutes one way in be in a national forest and an hour the other way and be at the ocean. I'm glad my poem took you there. Denise--glad you liked my art work! Mike--I owe you more than one fishing trip, me thinks...get yourself over here...now! |
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