Open Poetry #27 |
Makel Creek Hobbs |
Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Woody split staves White oak bolts cut from second growth And seasoned with sweat From the July sun And generations of loggers. Unlike me, He didn’t care for books Or school And his idea of fun Was a pint of Old Crow And matching fist against Anyone who laughed at his drawl Or the rough way he spoke. Woody hated snobs and townies. His little sister was his charge And she In petulance Often went astray Just to rebel against his Iron tongued corrections When she turned her eyes on me And began to make it clear The interest was more Than just tweaking Woody’s pride I figured I was in for a beating. Instead, We shared a 5th of Crow And he told me about the way she Was headed for hell About his hope she’d get her head right Meet a good fellow And get an education “Hurt her, and I’ll be your shadow.” He told me. “But, don’t put up with her crap.” She and I didn’t last long Woody and I lasted until one night In a light rain with half a 5th between his legs He ran his Mustang into a white oak That wedged him out of this life And left me with split memories Some of him A few of her “Woody,” “I thought about you today.” |
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Soleil Noir Senior Member
since 2001-12-19
Posts 688USA |
So good to see you home in rare form and fine words and splintered memories... |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Ron, god...I know where this came from..I am so sorry....that is all I have to offer from a distance...that and it was wonderfully written...I think he would have liked it. Susan C. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Great story as always Captain.. good to see you home! Sorry about Woody... ever hear any more from her? ~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~ ~If you haven't heard the sunset, |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ron...As always, you write us into the scene, make it human, and fill it with poignance. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
“Hurt her, and I’ll be your shadow.” He told me. “But, don’t put up with her crap.” She and I didn’t last long Woody and I lasted until one night In a light rain with half a 5th between his legs He ran his Mustang into a white oak That wedged him out of this life And left me with split memories Some of him A few of her “Woody,” “I thought about you today.” ================================= Your poetry is like a scrap book of life... and we often see ourselves in your pages. a tender touching recollection poet sir. "I'm good at two things and this is the other one." |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I never quite know where you'll take me when I read your work... I just always know I'll be glad to have gone. *S* You've penned a beautiful story, Cap'n... one that gripped with every word. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I love any man called "woody". I love your memory weaves, Cap... |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
Powerful write the end left me winded and aching with you. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Cpat Well done my friend, enjoyed. |
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