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Leaving Iambe (the end is near)
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Leaving Iambe (the end is near) |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
This and one other poem are intended to be my last efforts to write Iambe. My intentions are to let this lady go on to other poets who might enjoy the eforts of maintaining her.... for me, the end is near as far as Iambe is concerned. Her family... is in good hands... her fate..remains uncertain. thanks to everyone for putting up with my ramblings and the whole series.. Ron Leaving Iambe We’d known each other for years now, But never had understood each other Except that when at times We did connect It was consuming. Guess it wasn’t a surprise To come home one evening After hauling Bill’s yearling stock Out to the rented range He could ill afford But had to have since the rain Just never came this year And all he had left Was the yearling stock His house And an old pickup After the bank was finished with him to find Iambe waiting for me Arms folded under her breast with those steel grey eyes glaring. Deep inside I knew the day would come, But wasn’t prepared for the venomous bite Of her words and the strike of anger She told me she had given me my last chance That I just didn’t get “it” Wasn’t going to ever get “it” And she was done. It all stemmed from what started As a discussion about Bill’s predicament With the bank and how the yearling stuff Needed to be moved. It ended in a full-fledged fight That had nothing to do with Bill Or his situation, but instead about how I wasn’t any better than him, Couldn’t manage my way out of a paper bag Wasn’t ever going to step up and grow up How I let my feelings get in the way of What needed to be done. She had already loaded my stuff Into boxes and suitcases, Had them sitting in a row Just inside the garage door I loaded them into the back of my old truck Covered them with a tarp And backed down the drive, Pausing once to look back, But she was already gone My first stop was Johnny’s Package, Where I picked up a couple of 5ths of old jack And a six pack of cold coke. My next stop was somewhere Just west of Amarillo Where jack and I Got to know one another A whole lot better. [This message has been edited by Cpat Hair (10-09-2002 04:45 PM).] |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Awesome write Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
No Ron...don't let the story end... not now..not like this.. Oooh! You have no idea how I have loved these lambe stories... Perhaps the writers here at Passions will keep bringing her back.. and the cast of other characters.. But it won't be the same Ron...just won't be the same.. I am just one of many..who I know wish to say 'thank you'...for bringing us lambe. You are a very talented writer and storyteller. ~Hugs, Nancy~ ~ Time has cast a spell on you |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Geez...if ya wanna make me cry? Beat me over the head, call me names, make me write bad checks---BUT DON'T LEAVE IAMBE!!!! OW....  the worst part is I know BOTH of you are so stubborn--sigh...I think you may actually mean it...  |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
loner... thank you enchantress: She and I have been together for along time now and while I have enjoyed creating her or recreating her from her beginnings, it is time for me to leave her in the hands of someone else or at least let her rest for a good long time. I have been thinking of another character to create, and this one truly mine not one I "traded" for. We'll see... thank you for the very nice complements and the time.. Ron Ser... you know sister... I don't beat people nor force them to live beyond there means and have to write bad checks...  Yes... I do mean it... andit is my intention to post the final poem soon. It is written, but I want a bit of time to review it and see if it sits as well with me tomorrow as it does today.. thanks my friend for all the nice words abot Iambe... |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
I know what you mean, Ron. Perhaps it is time for a cooling off period from that girl? I hope you'll pick her up again someday, cradle her close, and let her start punching words into your head again. (tire irons optional) By the way, enjoyed the poem. *sigh* |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
when it gets down to tire irons..I'm walking away I have enough scars as is, thank you!! Thanks for the words Mike... they are appreciated. |
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Tiersdin Member Elite
since 2000-11-17
Posts 2364east coast |
I was there for Iambe's beginning (once passed into your hands) and I suppose it really is an honor to be here to see her go... wonderful writing, as always... *smiles* ~Tier  "I shall never bond again, as I have bonded with you..." |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
My first reaction was to stomp and throw a moth tantrum  But...I understand the need to lay a muse to rest...its a process sometimes necessary to grow as a poet...and..I know that a writer of your calibur and poetic gifts will create a new character that will enthrall us with the same grace that Iambe did. *raising me raspberry tea to Iambe* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Firestorm ... for Ron & Iambe Jake sat in the cab of his Chevy, waiting out the storm. The "storm" coming from in the house ... the wrath of Iambe. He felt sorry for Travis, he, being on the receiving end of her fury. But he was also grateful it wasn't him that sparked this firestorm. As he sat listening to Iambe's rage, it occurred to him that in all the years Travis had been around, he never knew if that was his first or last name ... now it wouldnt matter. Jake had come to respect this man, he was one of the rare few that Iambe had let stay more than a while. He was one of of a handful who seemed to hold Iambes curiosity and passion, as well as match wits with her. He could keep up and so Iambe had kept him around. Jake watched as Travis loaded his things in the back of his truck, wanting to say something profound to try and take the "deer in the headlights" look off the mans face. Instead he walked over and shook his hand cowboy style. They looked each other in the eye for a brief moment of recognition, then turned and looked back at the house. Neither really expected to see her in the doorway, and she of course, wasn't. They climbed into their trucks and drove off in a cloud of red drought dust. Jake wondered where Travis was headed as he watched him get on the interstate. He turned on the radio, then shook his head and smiled to himself, "He'll find another woman ... but where in the hell will he find another mechanic." |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Ha ha ha! C'mon, Janet! Let that red dust settle over all of Open. Trans: post it! |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
They looked each other in the eye for a brief moment of recognition, then turned and looked back at the house. Neither really expected to see her in the doorway, and she of course, wasn't. Damn, I love this woman. But then, I'm a natural born fool. Thinkin' about takin her on, Ron. But think I'd keep a very seperate mechanic. Jams was so right about that. It's 3AM, I must me crazy...lmao. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
More...Let lambe take a vacation but don't let lambe die...James |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
We don't yet have a smilie for the sort of look I would like to relay here... but...for the time being, you know best. You also know Iambe will nudge you when she needs to fly again, as well. She has come to garner many admirers...and you have always done an excellent job in sharing this particular character... she breathes, Ron. You, sir, are a poet/storyteller, and I will miss Iambe. |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Beautiful, in it's fullness. I envy your deft touch with this one. ~Ed |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggssssss) Oh no, I love reading your lambe series so much and you have brought such a wonderful character to life, I hate to see him go but then I understand why you are doing so and for the whole family to remain at peace is the best way to end! (sigh) Thank you, thank you so much for this wonderful tale, it is all cavalier, 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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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
*library* |
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