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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
I woke up and the sun was already Marking time on the stone walls And it was quiet Alone quiet Which was ok I got up, folded my sleeping bag And walked out to put it Back in the truck. No truck I dumped it on the porch And opened the screen door To go back in and saw it A square of white Taped to the screen “Gone to town, be back later. Borrowed your truck.” There was coffee and a pot in the kitchen So I measured poured and brewed. Poured and walked back to the porch. In daylight the valley was larger than it had looked. An open meadow ran behind the house for a couple hundred yards And butted up against a limestone bluff. Grass stopped and sheer rock wall began. I looked up the face of the bluff And saw it ended in tree tops That hung over in a lean To the open Making it look like they were trying to jump Or were being crowded off the edge by those behind. My second cup refill brought the sounds Of a truck coming down the track So I wandered outside to see if it was Lacey. I didn’t recognize the old red Dodge But wouldn’t have recognized anything but my truck In this part of the world. He stopped Got out And walked over my way With a wary look in his eye And one hand stuck behind him Like he had hooked his fingers in his belt “Morning: I offered. “I”m Travis, Lacey’s gone to town.” “I’m Davis.” He said with a frown, “ Never heard Lacey mention any Travis.” “Not to be rude, but how do I know you are supposed to be here?” “ I guess you don’t.” I answered. “ You can hang around until Lacey gets back and ask her I guess.” He shook his head no “ Tell her I came by And am still waiting for that answer.” “Sure.” I said as he turned, started the truck and drove off. Later I heard my truck Rattling down the track And saw Lacey had groceries in the back. She stopped the truck Stepped out and hugged me. “Help me unload she said.” “Sure.” I answered “by the way you had company.” “Company? “ she asked “Who was down here?” “Guy named Davis.” I answered balancing two bags of groceries in one arm and a bag of potatoes in the other. She dropped the bag she was carrying And turned a pale shade of green “He say anything?” she croaked. “Just that he was waiting for that answer.” I replied. I turned and walked on in to the house Put the bags on the table and went back To get the rest. She was walking toward that bluff behind the house The bag she dropped oozing broken eggs On the ground and forgotten. I cleaned it up and finished unloading, Grabbed a couple of cold ones out of the fridge And walked outside. She was walking a ledge that angled up The almost sheer bluff face so I figured She wasn’t going to need that beer. But I did. Staggered piles of stonework ring the valley here You can see the handiwork of God is very clear Trees reach up to heavens door While springtime rivers songs do roar Leaving one to contemplate Could it be finer inside heaven’s gates It was hours before she returned And I had put away the groceries as best I could, Started a pot of stew And sat there on the porch reading a book Konrad had given me. “Sorry, didn’t mean to leave you like that.” She said. “Not a problem.” I replied “I could tell your ghost just rattled some chains” “Want me to leave?” I asked “No, please don’t.” she said “ I was just reading this book,” I said “and came across a passage you might like” She looked at me unsure of what I was saying So I continued and read to her: “There was a time when I thought the world was not only mine, but that the black and white of day and night were the paces we live.” I tipped her chin up with a finger And kissed her cheek. “We never do just live in the black and white of things do we Lacey?” “Let’s eat some stew, it aint much, but you won’t starve eating it or notice how bad it tastes I’m guessing” I said And reached for her hand Leading her into the kitchen |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
This is lovely, Capitan. Peaceful. Cor |
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Soleil Noir Senior Member
since 2001-12-19
Posts 688USA |
No one can live successfully in the black and white of it all... we need to pull some gray in... excellent, Cap'n, excellent.... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Staggered piles of stonework ring the valley here You can see the handiwork of God is very clear Trees reach up to heavens door While springtime rivers songs do roar Leaving one to contemplate Could it be finer inside heaven’s gates ======================================== “There was a time when I thought the world was not only mine, but that the black and white of day and night were the paces we live.” ================================== first of all, growing up in Mo, I have a weakness and great apprecitation for limestone bluffs.... second of all...whats it like to have us wrapped around your pen and hanging on your every word???  "Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky ... |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I looked up the face of the bluff And saw it ended in tree tops That hung over in a lean To the open Making it look like they were trying to jump Or were being crowded off the edge by those behind. ~*~ Whatever you do... don't let them jump.... |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"Staggered piles of stonework ring the valley here You can see the handiwork of God is very clear Trees reach up to heavens door While springtime rivers songs do roar Leaving one to contemplate Could it be finer inside heaven’s gates" Smiling and loving every minute of this Ron! ~Hugs~ ~ Trace my body with your words.. |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (sigh) Sometimes you just have to alter the contrast it seems, put the white on white and the black on black and see what other correlations you can make in where you are and where you want to go and how you're going to paint along the way! (big hugggsssssss) This is a marvelous turning point, sweet friend, I love it, 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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Robert Frazier Senior Member
since 2003-02-06
Posts 1014 |
“ Tell her I came by And am still waiting for that answer.”...One of these piled up over a lifetime is one too many, and enough to introduce many shades of gray. This is a moving reminder that black and white, anymore, are colors of regret - which seems to be as certain as death. Do enjoy your pen, and the intoxicating tales you weave. Rf |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I think I concur with JM you DO have us wrapped around your pen and waiting - so hurry up will you? What I had to say JM said LOL |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
AAAWWWW, Travis is so sweet. Ethel |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
There's a fresh image, Travis cooking!  |
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Jason Lyle Senior Member
since 2003-02-07
Posts 1438With my darkling |
I could critique this,but I wont,because it is so well said,damn,ive been drinking. Nice read. Jason |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
I enjoyed those lines which Janet and Sunshine quoted. To say the least, they are great. Travis is almost too good to be true....yet, someone we all have met...quite a likeable fellow... enjoying these......playing catch-up on reading and replying... Pat  ..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.. |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
There, of course, is Lacey also. "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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