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Duncan
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since 2001-08-07

Posts 5455

0 posted 2003-11-25 11:33 PM

VI.  Graveside Phophecy

“Night settles in cicada’s hymn
as bourdon reverie,
ten-thousand notes of sorrow hang
in recital without key”

                                A wiser man

.

I sat down at the edge of the clearing
leaned back against hard, cold stone
and sipped the bottle of whiskey
through what was left of the night.

I listened to the shovel,
it’s shrill scrape against dirt and rock
settling into a rhythm that along with the booze
lulled me towards a precipice
that a wiser man would not have tempted

a wiser man,
would not have needed to hear
an echo that held no comfort
in it’s company

but I
have never been wise.

That is how I came to lie down
with regret

making no effort
to loose her claws
from around me

not brave,
only numb enough
to entertain the sound of her voice
and believe I would survive.

I saw
the days, the moments
as empty,
by sole virtue
of their transience

I heard their brevity
become my voice
and my voice
become my own

I knew love
and felt the loss of it
I determined
the pain too great.

I recognized myself
in an instant of regret

and screamed for her voice to soothe me.

.

.

VII.  Tellin’ Stories

Most the times Iambe and I talked
we were drinking something highly flammable,
and more times than not
the three of us made for some good conversation,
least until the shooting started.

There was an old cane rocker
on Iambe’s porch, that I’d never seen anyone sit in
but her.
It held the imprint
of her back and her shoulders,
and sometimes, before the booze set in
too thick,
I’d watch as she eased into the comfort
of that chair and I swear,
I could see her dream.

Made the mistake
once
of telling her so,
after the booze set in too thick,
that was how the shooting started that night.

Never saw a girl handle a gun
quite like that.

Never care to again.

But most the time
we just sat
and talked.

She told me her stories,
I told her mine.

Both taking as much liberty
with fact
as the mood struck us...
knowing the story
was more in the tellin’
than the details.

[This message has been edited by Duncan (11-25-2003 11:46 PM).]

Masked Intruder

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since 1999-05-23

Posts 1231
Near golden sunsets

1 posted 2003-11-25 11:41 PM

Sweeeeeeeeeeeet.

Iambe is my hero.

serenity blaze
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since 2000-02-02

Posts 27738

2 posted 2003-11-25 11:49 PM

total glee.

Dunc?

Just total GLEE.

Sunshine

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since 1999-06-25

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Listening to every heart

3 posted 2003-11-26 06:25 AM

a wiser man,
would not have needed to hear
an echo that held no comfort
in it’s company

~*~

Passing the torch...
'nuff said.

But I'll be back.

LeeJ
Member Patricius

since 2003-06-19

Posts 13296

4 posted 2003-11-26 06:39 AM

Great stuff here, wise and true...
transforming conception into a tangible work of art with some time and very littel effort

I liked....

Midnitesun

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since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

5 posted 2003-11-26 07:31 AM

gulp
this came from deep inside, from underneath any visible scar tissue

Gentle Spirit
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since 2000-10-09

Posts 13989

6 posted 2003-11-26 07:33 AM

BRAVO. Damn Duncan, this is good! *grinz*

Cpat Hair

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since 2001-06-05

Posts 11793

7 posted 2003-11-26 07:46 AM

Yeah..I see you did leave me something to read with my coffee..lol...

bud.. you did good.. and it shows a deeper understanding of the character than you have before... good stuff Dunc...

now... go do it again...

Janet Marie
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since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

8 posted 2003-11-26 08:28 AM

I listened to the shovel,
it’s shrill scrape against dirt and rock
settling into a rhythm that along with the booze
lulled me towards a precipice
that a wiser man would not have tempted

a wiser man,
would not have needed to hear
an echo that held no comfort
in it’s company

but I
have never been wise.

That is how I came to lie down
with regret
=====================================

the word "haunting" wont touch the chill this leaves....

There was an old cane rocker
on Iambe’s porch, that I’d never seen anyone sit in
but her.
It held the imprint
of her back and her shoulders,
======================

theres an image that wont soon leave....
very cool Dunc.......

yep...I'm with the Capt....you heard the muse voice...you've already made it your own.... now keep playing our tune.

So...we can expect these weekly?

another by Friday? yayayaya
heh

When I'm with you my eyes are so wide ...
you reached right in my head and turned on the light inside
turned on the light in my mind.

David Gray

Enchantress
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since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

9 posted 2003-11-26 09:00 AM

Damn Dunc!

...YES!!

Now please do it again!

~ Happy Thanksgiving America! ~

wranx
Member Elite

since 2002-06-07

Posts 3689
Moved from a shack to a barn

10 posted 2003-11-26 12:13 PM

Damned fine m'friend!

And this, is how Iambe shall forever live.

For me, at least...
Ed

Mysteria

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since 2001-03-07

Posts 18328
British Columbia, Canada

11 posted 2003-12-18 04:52 PM

Definitely my hero, that is for sure. This I will read many, many more times.

Let there be peace on earth,
and let it begin with me.

Sunshine

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since 1999-06-25

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Listening to every heart

12 posted 2003-12-18 05:24 PM

Thank God for angels...
and for bumping ability.

Seymour Tabin
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since 1999-07-07

Posts 31720
Tamarac Fla

13 posted 2003-12-18 05:32 PM

Duncan,
An excellent write and wonderful read.

JamesMichael
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since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

14 posted 2003-12-18 06:27 PM

Enjoyed...James

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