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Epilogue to Red's Proposal
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Epilogue to Red's Proposal |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Iambe pulled into the drive and turned the key. I sat there in the seat, staring straight Afraid to look into her eyes, Knowing she would sense The furtive fear in any answer I gave her. “Let’s go in.” she said, “I’ve got something to show you.” The passenger’s door creaked A protest and caught half way Refusing to open any further As if trying to tell me too Not to go. She flipped the lights, Walked into the kitchen And poured two glasses from The bottle of scary smooth. “Drink up.” She said “I’ve got to get something.” I sipped from the glass As I stared out the window At half blackened images of normal Wondering what she was up to. When she walked back in She was wearing overalls and From the gaps, I could see Nothing underneath. “You don’t want to marry me any more than I want to marry you.” She said as she picked up her glass And downed the contents in one drink. “You always were a fool.” She continued, “and me, a fool for letting you get so close.” She walked over to my chair Unbuckled the straps on her overalls And stepped out of them. “Come with me.” Was all she said. ……………………………………….. I can’t change the way we are our time has gone too far I can’t take away the day and can’t make the moment stay I can’t peer into the hours to make the future clear And later when your gone I’ll still be sitting here ……………………………………….. Morning has a way of changing things Maybe it is the sunlight or the rain Touching the scar of us Or perhaps it is in us to feel more like running When we can see what we might trip over. Iambe was sleeping Tangled in the bed sheets That rare look of peace on her face. I went to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee When I saw the letter on the table Addressed to me. On the outside was scribbled “Don’t wake me, get your stuff and drive the Scout.” “You’ll find a new coil wire under the seat.” “Fix it, and go before you open this.” I turned the envelope in my hands Nodded to no one And grabbed my jacket and her keys. The old Scout caught the first turn And as I was backing out I thought I saw her form against the window, But when I took a second look It was empty Like the things she and I shared ………………………………………………… I opened the glove box of my old truck And a picture fell out One of me A big hole where my nose used to be I tossed the letter in and closed the door Then pointed the nose of my old truck south. I needed to be someplace warm When I read it, someplace very warm. |
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Connel
since 2002-11-04
Posts 736Florida, USA |
Cool poem. I enjoyedthe read. thanks for sharing. I wish to become a great poet some day, but it will only come in time. Til then, I shall write my poems, and wait. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
You've got to quit making me hold my breath all the way through... and you tell ME I'm a tease? Yea, right....  |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Can a poem be like chocolate? Smooth and satisfying yet always leaving you with a taste for more? Yep! This is one of 'em! Loved it sir.  |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
I love the depth you've created in this poem. Mmmmm....I like especially this: "But when I took a second look it was empty Like the things she and I shared" and this, such a truth to it: "Or, perhaps it is in us to feel more like running When we can see what we might trip over. Only thing I didn't quite understand was he picking up his jacket and ~her keys~ to his truck? Don't know history of who owns it. It is really not that important overall. Really enjoyed this greatly. Look forward to more. Pat  ..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I can’t change the way we are our time has gone too far I can’t take away the day and can’t make the moment stay I can’t peer into the hours to make the future clear And later when your gone I’ll still be sitting here ===================================== Morning has a way of changing things Maybe it is the sunlight or the rain Touching the scar of us Or perhaps it is in us to feel more like running When we can see what we might trip over. ========================================== quote: oh damn..... damn ... damn ... damn |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
'I turned the envelope in my hands Nodded to no one And grabbed my jacket and her keys. The old Scout caught the first turn And as I was backing out I thought I saw her form against the window, But when I took a second look It was empty Like the things she and I shared' Suddenly, I'm not minding this blizzard so much, now that I've got more stories to read and Travis is heading south... (Sorry about the nose Ron...  ) |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
LOL@Dunc and the nose bit. Sooooo...when you gonna read the letter? Huh?? Yer so good! ~Hugs~ |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
She was a tough bird, this lambe woman. Tough as nails. Always enjoy reading your story poems, friend. Core |
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Albert J. Allie Senior Member
since 2003-02-13
Posts 512Queens NY |
smply wonderful!!!!!!!1 |
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