Open Poetry #19 |
Iambe and the Jack |
Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
I finished hooking up the stock trailer And walked back to the house and cup for the road As Iambe was jacking up Bill’s Ford to fix the broken spring I felt more than heard the jack slip But the creak and thud were audible. I ran to the garage and found her lying there Cursing me, god, Fords, Bill, cheap jacks, and herself. She’d managed to avoid serious injury But had a cut on one arm and bruises already turning ugly In an angry purple yellow way. I asked if she wanted to go to the doctor But all I got for an answer was something about my mother And how she should have practiced a better method of birth control. So ripping a bandage from my shirt I wrapped the bleeding part, Helped her to her feet and into the house, Leaving Bill’s Ford sitting at odd angles on three wheels and a hub That reminded me of an old dog trying to scratch it’s ear. Later as I decided she was indeed going to survive And that my ears as well as family heritage could stand no more Of her acidic attention, I headed for the trailer with that go cup Figuring I might as well take that load of cattle When she yelled out the door at me to pick up another jack in town And this time she said, Make *!#$!@*^#%@$!&!&!* sure it is a !*&^@%#$$@&*@(@!!!! Good one! What Iambe lacked in vocabulary she made up for in emphasis Much later that night She moaned in her sleep And I cried. |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
Oh my gosh...I felt this one...his pain for her is incredible....I held my breath at the beginning...so afraid something really bad was going to happen to her....She is a living person to me, in my mind now...Stunning writing...Thank you, so much, for sharing them with me...**big hugs** Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
What Iambe lacked in vocabulary she made up for in emphasis Much later that night She moaned in her sleep And I cried. =========================================== With the impact of that last verse still going thru me...I will just say Iambe is not the only one who knows the art of emphasis. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
The teller of the story continues to tell it well... and you got a chuckle from me...heritage, I guess... |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
You continue to amaze me my friend! |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
...My how I love these lambe stories.... ~Sometimes all you really wish for... |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
The things we'll put up with from a woman who looks good in overalls! lol So enjoy this series, Ron |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Hmmm...sounds like the same scenario when my computer crashed. heh heh... miss you much! smooches... (and I've been waiting for an iambe poem too, pout) |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
And the truck, still tries to scratch its ear, as two fleas sleep in different blood. |
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