The Dream Pt. 2 ... Song of the Worm

How to Join	Member's Area	Private Library	Search	Sanctuary		Login
Main Forums	Discussion	Tech Talk	Mature Content	Archives	A home without a wall, Our haven without ends, A circle we all call Our Family of Friends!

Duncan
Member Ascendant

since 2001-08-07

Posts 5455

0 posted 2003-02-26 10:53 AM

Jake poured another shot
and I began, again...

‘Konrad heard it, too.’

My voice echoed,
safely in the distance now.

I paused,
trying to steady my hand enough
to light a cigarette.
Tequila wasn’t doing much
to help.

‘Konrad heard it’, I repeated,
needing to hear the echo, again.
‘He was there.’

In blood dizzied eye
the reel began,
though I was far from sleep
and wishing badly
I hadn’t eaten
the worm.

A calliope air
over opening scene,
board and child
red with fresh coats
for celebration,
of what I didn’t know,
or care.
It was enough to be there
suddenly, on the platform
of Buffalo Grove Station.

a returning?

Cheers rose and fell
as dominoes,
until I could not find
origin or intent.

a homecoming?

Dogs and pigs pulled
ribboned wagons,
filled with gift
and sentiment.

a welcome?

It was in wondering
of the object
of their affection,
I noticed an old man
across the platform.

He was barely a stub
of a man
his skin so loose
and deeply lined
no trace of story remained,
just pain
and anger.

I watched
his labored step,
misstep
without thought
or suggestion of harm
until
the line cleared
from his eye
to mine.

Across the platform
of the Buffalo Grove Station,
he felt me, watching him,
too late to avert,
I smiled and nodded.

He smiled in return,
for others
to see.

Only I, privy then
to his eyes raging,
swinging wildly
at me
as he approached
lurching,
then overcorrecting.

Only I, heard him spit
from between
snarled, frothing lips,

‘This got nothin’ to do with you boy, now get.’

He turned away,
grinding heel against plank,
his gaze
again
locking its mark.

I watched
as he held out his hand,
the calliope funneled
in prism around them.

‘Konrad’, I screamed,
in the whisper of dreams.

But the song had already started.
Konrad heard it, too.

'In drums beat that feels like lead
Pulls my heart though long thought dead
Through the mists where ghosts still roam
My heart, now burdened, finds its home

For through the nights and all my tears
Still I reach to still the fear
That my arms will empty, remain
Till I find my love again

In drums beat I hear the gray mists sigh,
When is dead not dead?  I cry...
For pull of heart though long thought dead
Beats refrain within my head

In drums beat that feels like lead
Pulls my heart though long thought dead
Through the mists where ghosts still roam
My heart, now burdened, finds its home'

Seymour Tabin
Member Empyrean

since 1999-07-07

Posts 31720
Tamarac Fla

1 posted 2003-02-26 10:58 AM

Duncan
Some wonderful lines, enjoyed.

Robert Frazier
Senior Member

since 2003-02-06

Posts 1014

2 posted 2003-02-26 11:34 AM

another top shelf 'sit back and enjoy'!

Rf

Janet Marie
Member Laureate

since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

3 posted 2003-02-26 11:56 AM

that was some dream....and some worm...

A worm that rhymes?? Ok..if a moth can why not a worm

my moth curiousity is peaked...where is this going?? only the worm knows for sure

lmao

Where the touch of lovers end and the soul of friends begin,
there's a need to be separate and a need to be one ...
it's struggle neither wins.

Earth Angel
Member Empyrean

since 2002-08-27

Posts 40215
Realms of Light

4 posted 2003-02-26 11:57 AM

Konrad is definitely getting around these days--and adding interest to my reading!

Warm hugs,
EA

Mistletoe Angel

Member Empyrean

since 2000-12-17

Posts 32816
Portland, Oregon

5 posted 2003-02-26 01:37 PM

(smiles) Oh my gosh, this is excellent, the ending repetition indeed hit my heart like a gong to hear the drum beats getting more intense in yearning! (big hugggsssss) This is mighty, sweet friend, I too am curious and can't wait to see where Konrad goes from here, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Duncan, thank you for sharing!

May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton

"Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..."

Shakira

Cpat Hair

Member Patricius

since 2001-06-05

Posts 11793

6 posted 2003-02-26 05:34 PM

peyote perhaps... but a worm? (chuckling)

you guys are weaving quite a tale with all the recent writes.. i ahve enjoyed the reading and following along...and the destinations..while still not clear in all..is taking form..and shaping more than one tie...perhaps indeed...we are all just separated by 7 degrees....

good stuff Duncan... you do tell a vivid story... I enjoyed

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

7 posted 2003-02-26 07:43 PM

Dunc! Slam dunk!

Look at the line breaks...

look at the imagery...
the personification...
the imagination!

Where DO you get this?

Looks like I have my work, err....Konrad has HIS work cut out for him...

	⇧ top of page ⇧
All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format.