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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass 
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Penciled Thanks Part of a broken pencil just a stub, trash on the cement stair and so out of place in this beachfront where the echoes of volleyball and surf roll over the orange squeal of bikinis, wash past the stolid thrum of the generator truck that drives the announcer’s music and his godvoice on the overamped PA; no place for sensible graphite here. I’m not sure how it found my hand but there it was just hanging like an extra finger, a broken one, waiting for me to do something. Out of Ideas, I hacked it sharp with my knife, cut an anglish point so it could write at least, dug out paper and wrote a word or two. That started it, and it wouldn’t stop, kept dipping and winding like a needle pulling the line tight, a thread of honesty finding wounds in me and working sutures, oblivious of the time, the sand, the Monet smells of sunblock and sandwiches, of gulls and sweat, just went to work while I drifted away from this tournament of sand and leather, of laughter and straining whistles; now it’s writing stitches in my heart and I can’t stop the hunger of it,-- [This message has been edited by Ratleader (09-05-2003 04:00 PM).] |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I’m not sure how it found my hand but there it was just hanging like an extra finger, a broken one, waiting for me to do something. Out of Ideas, I hacked it sharp with my knife, cut an anglish point so it could write at least, dug out paper and wrote a word or two. That started it, and it wouldn’t stop, kept dipping and winding like a needle pulling the line tight, a thread of honesty finding wounds in me and working sutures, oblivious of the time, the sand, the Monet smells of sunblock and sandwiches, of gulls and sweat, just went to work while I drifted away from this tournament of sand and leather, of laughter and straining whistles; now it’s writing stitches in my heart and I can’t stop the hunger of it. Oh, my... Mr. Ratleader... you are a poet... and this write is as compelling as that wonderful stub of pencil... I hope the hunger never stops if it means excellence such as this. Love the vivid images... love the poem! *S* |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
It's because you're a poet, you know. Once you saw it, there you were. A great description of the beach! Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
It's my little buddy. I stuck it into the windings of a pocket-sized spiral notebook, and it's been a doughty friend. It wrote this poem, and so far it's written the first drafts of these, plus some personal verse that this bashful rodent won't be posting.... /pip/Forum81/HTML/000694.html /pip/Forum81/HTML/000820.html /pip/Forum81/HTML/000842.html /pip/Forum81/HTML/001316.html /pip/Forum81/HTML/001607.html /pip/Forum81/HTML/002162.html /pip/Forum81/HTML/001390.html /pip/Forum81/HTML/001672.html Oh yeah, and this one, the naughty little thing! /main/forumdisplay.cgi?action=displayprivate&number=59&topic=000192 [This message has been edited by Ratleader (09-05-2003 04:29 PM).] |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
TAKE CARE OF THAT PENCIL... IT'S PRICELESS! LOL And don't be shy... post 'em! *G* |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
lol -- Maybe do that yet..... One of my favorites among Ed's Hangups is: "Love finds a way. So does hate." ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Save those hangups for telemarketers, my friend... *S* I've never yet read anything but excellence from your pen(cil). *G* |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
For heaven's sake...post them!! Going to check out the 'naughty one' now...  ~Hugs~ ~ Summer can't be over... |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Uh, the naughty Little thing is the pencil...... which is already more than I can say in Open..... One should always expect big things, eh? ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ed "now it’s writing stitches in my heart and I can’t stop the hunger of it,--" It's writing stitches in mine too. Love the thought of this, how the pencil holds its image throughout the changing, and activity..it is stead...a friend.  |
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garysgirl 
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
and wrote a word or two. That started it, and it wouldn’t stop, kept dipping and winding like a needle pulling the line tight, a thread of honesty finding wounds in me and working sutures, oblivious of the time, the sand, the Monet smells of sunblock and sandwiches, of gulls and sweat, just went to work while I drifted away from this tournament of sand and leather, of laughter and straining whistles; now it’s writing stitches in my heart and I can’t stop the hunger of it,-- Exactly, Ed...exactly!! |
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