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Around the Horn Missing
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Around the Horn Missing |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
The front porch was cooler Than anyplace else to sit When August sun burned brown The hills that cracked in parched thirst. I sat there with a glass of tea That I held to back of neck More than I drank Remembering. I had been moving yearlings At branding time for Old Man Crowder And was watching the men rope them, Throw them with a thud to the ground And smelling burning cow hide As they applied a red hot Double C To their flanks. One young fellow Made the mistake of getting His index finger between the rope and horn At the time a 600 lb steer hit the end Of any slack his rope had And a half inch butter knife sharp sisal Slid through bone and flesh Leaving the poor fellow One digit short for the rest of his life. Shock sets in pretty quick And I know the old boy who drug him off his horse And over to the fire, where without asking He grabbed an iron and seared the stub. Young fellow gagged and passed out, So he was loaded into my truck And I made an unpaid ambulance run With the crew boss and that poor fellow. Bad part of remembering is the way it all Seems to fit back into our lives and we use it To understand or describe how we felt at times. So, I sat there with my tea Thinking of Iambe as a half inch wide Roll of sisal with a wild steer on the end. And checked my hands Knowing it wasn’t fingers she had cut. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Cpat, A very good write, enjoyed. |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
How well you captured how the mind works. Some obscure memory, thought or situation and how it connects to another time and place. Brilliant. You suck me in with the first word and leaving me longing for more with the last. I need to know the story...and so does Travis... Susan |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
No doubt you would have rather lost a finger... You are a skillful raconteur! Peace & Light, EA |
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MARK V SHELDON Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 3015In a corporeal internship... |
Quite a story-flow -- graphic and penetrating. (I have yet to learn of this "Iambe" as I haven't read the previous stories...). -MVS You CAN make a difference: |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Dang... there you go... branding memories...  |
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Robert Frazier Senior Member
since 2003-02-06
Posts 1014 |
Ron, wish i'd had this one earlier in day with my first cup of black! Rf |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
Another wonderful picture painted with words. "Shock sets in pretty quick" and the way this story runs it is seeming as if no emergency, nor, long term care is going to be able to replace or repair that which was destroyed. However, with you imagination I've no doubt you might find a way. Enjoying your stories, Hugs, Pat  ..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
those last lines impact and intend brought it all full circle..tieing the memories to the reasons and the metaphors to the poem. How clever of you....must mean you are a poet huh?  I see ALL the voices are speaking to you these days... When Iambe comes round ... the moths know from where comes the burn and yearn.  "and when we get to the pearly gates ... |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Cpat strikes again! These things HAVE to become a book.....have to! You say "small world" like we have a Clay County in common -- izzat so? ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Oh my...I live in Clay County... |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
This flowed so fluidly from the screen, Ron...the words become vivid images...experienced more than read...well done.. believe in what your heart feels... |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (gasps) Ooohhhh...that thought of a steel rail or girder falling on my finger is painful all by itself, certainly many things are far worse than that but you never fail to get our attention! (big hugggssssss) All a sudden my thumb feels sensitive, there goes my emotional response again, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Ron, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Charisma
since 2000-09-30
Posts 5906lost in blue pages |
ah another clever write here, its always a pleasure to read you Ron Charisma |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Hey Ron - you caught me there at th eend - the punch - I love it! Thes sadness - no - but geez we are all missing something now arent we? Loved this . . . xxoo |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
As always, my friend, as always... I am impressed... WOW regards, sudhir |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Just about the time I think I'm growing accustomed to your talent, you crank it up a few notches and leave me awestruck once again. *G* You're gonna have to start furnishing ladders... or maybe an escalator... since tours of your level is my only hope of knowing it! LOL Which is to say... this is fantastic. *G* |
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wings of the moon Member
since 2003-03-27
Posts 323Pink bubblegum land |
wow... This is a wonderful piece... my favorite passage most certainly is : "When August sun burned brown The hills that cracked in parched thirst. I sat there with a glass of tea That I held to back of neck More than I drank Remembering." well done... |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
'Bad part of remembering is the way it all Seems to fit back into our lives and we use it To understand or describe how we felt at times.' Yep, reminds me of the time that semi hit me going 90mph... Oh wait, that was just one of my stories.  But I still know how it felt!Finger searing, gotta admit...my stomach turned. Damn good describing bud. |
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