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Iambe's Drought Broken
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Iambe's Drought Broken |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
It’s been raining for 4 days now And Iambe has been working In the shop instead of outside As is her preference. Doors thrown open So she doesn’t feel confined She lay under Ben’s old grain truck Putting the drive shaft back in With the new u-joints replacing The ones he twisted out While trying to get through the mud With that half load of wet corn He needed to save Hell, all the farmers around here Needed to save My old pickup rolled to a squishy halt In the track beside the drive And I got out trying to stretch 1000 miles Out of kinked bones and gristle Before she looked up. She didn’t smile or wave, Just turned back to wiping her wrenches down Waiting for me to walk out and tell her how it had gone And me wanting to find a soft place that didn’t move To park my butt for a while Before I cleaned the road off me. I walked in the house, Grabbed a couple cold ones And made my way to the shop where she now stood Looking out the door, waiting it seemed, And unusually distracted. Handing her one of the beers I bent over and pecked her cheek “good to see you still have all your fingers” I said when I had swallowed my first drink. “Sorry to see you haven’t gotten any better looking” she replied, then took a drink and turned to walk back in the shop, but reached out slightly and touched my hand. “Got to make it back over the B-bar-H tomorrow Heard he was selling his stock And I might be able to pick up a job hauling them” I told her when I had finished my beer and tossed the bottle Into the 55 gallon barrel she had there for trash. She looked at me with solemn eyes That were more grey than anything And said nothing. “I’m going to shower.” I said and began the trek to the house just as it started to rain again when she called me. I turned to see her following me Sans the overalls We took our shower in the yard Letting the rain that was 4 weeks too late to save the crops or pasture flood away our lonely as standing face to face I remembered why it thundered when I touched her. |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Send the rain back to Florida. Good poem Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
It is always good to see a whisper of Iambe now and then...and this was certainly no exception. An excellent job, done only as you can... |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
We took our shower in the yard Letting the rain that was 4 weeks too late to save the crops or pasture flood away our lonely as standing face to face I remembered why it thundered when I touched her. ------------------------------------------- Well I sure am glad this drought is over Ron! I've been waiting for another lambe story... and this one sure didn't disappoint me in any way!  Excellent as always... and...love the ending. ~Hugs~ ~ Time has cast a spell on you |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
This is just a beautiful piece and I love it you rascal  Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
You had to wonder why it thundered? mmm. mmm. I think not. Celebrating the return of Iambe'! Beautiful. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
And I got out trying to stretch 1000 miles Out of kinked bones and gristle Before she looked up. She didnnt smile or wave, Just turned back to wiping her wrenches down Waiting for me to walk out and tell her how it had gone And me wanting to find a soft place that didn't move To park my butt for a while Before I cleaned the road off me. ============================= Handing her one of the beers I bent over and pecked her cheek "good to see you still have all your fingers" I said when I had swallowed my first drink. "Sorry to see you haven"t gotten any better looking" she replied, then took a drink and turned to walk back in the shop, but reached out slightly and touched my hand. ==================================== She looked at me with solemn eyes That were more grey than anything And said nothing. "I'm going to shower." I said and began the trek to the house just as it started to rain again when she called me. I turned to see her following me Sans the overalls We took our shower in the yard Letting the rain that was 4 weeks too late to save the crops or pasture flood away our lonely as standing face to face I remembered why it thundered when I touched her. ============================= Ahhh the chemistry..the repertoire .. I felt the thunder rolling in the slow burn of this...me thinks it twas the lightening flashing at the end... yeah...I felt the heat TY for endulging the moth Poet Sir Iambe is special to many of us... and ya know...as I was reading this...it came to mind...that this is just begging to be prose or fiction piece.. Let Iambe have her way with your pen. Think of all she could do unrestrained ...no verses to hold her back |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Taking what our Queen Moth said, but I would like to see it become epic...Homer had the right idea... and so do you! |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ron Another ride into the remarkable and real of your imagination. Love the Lambe! |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Ah, so this is a series? What I have been missing! Grey eyes. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
BSQ...do a search on Iambe. You will be most pleasantly surprised! |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Been readng this Iambe of yours, Quite a gal. And each chapter, a solid tale. A great concept! ~Ed |
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Paddy Member
since 2002-09-23
Posts 52Straya |
Sort of short story time hey? I love it. Thanks for sharing. I guess one becomes content with one’s poetry when one opens the book ten years hence and does NOT exclaim, “Did I really write this?” |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Ah, now understanding everything they have seen (as from your pen), this is all the sweeter, all the sexier. Excellent, Ron. They've found a home here. |
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