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Cpat Hair

Member Patricius

since 2001-06-05

Posts 11793

0 posted 2004-12-15 09:41 AM

Across Johnson’s field
And down the rough worn logging path
That once fed the mill up on Salt Lick Flat
The Blue dances in among huge boulders
That slipped from limestone face
Long enough ago they have worn smooth
And to the east lies a narrow valley
She once upon a time flooded
In some rage of lust that left her writhing
Full bellied against the far side of stone

Cedars grow there
    Up on the sides of steep

Clinging hard to broken dreams
With gnarled fingers driven in
Between cracks and fissures others would have thought
Too small or too deep

I slept there once
    To be beset with fitful dreams
That raged like heartwood bleeding sap
Sticky, slow ooze of wounds covered in trapped
    Where it all became slow second ticks of stars
Shaken loose in streaks of fire to color sky black
Sometimes green
                       Others blue

Just a flash…
           Then gone
    Burned in the fall

I came to fish the edges of her currents
  And remember how the warm evening of cedar
Was haunted with some impending doom
That strangled words from my throat
     And tore the pen from my hand

So I made another trek
   And carried lines leather bound to bury deep
Knowing the place they would lie
   Fit well the meaning inside
Where so far beneath the needles
                   I knew they could hide

Midnitesun

Member Empyrean

since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

1 posted 2004-12-15 09:46 AM

a cup of java and your words=my morning fix
damn, this is exquisite

Gentle Spirit
Member Patricius

since 2000-10-09

Posts 13989

2 posted 2004-12-15 09:49 AM

oh....damn I say
as I take in a sharp breath*

you leave me speechless

Susan Caldwell
Member Rara Avis

since 2002-12-27

Posts 8348
Florida

3 posted 2004-12-15 09:50 AM

There is always so much to your writings. More than the naked eye can ever discern.

That's why I love to read every word and thought that leaks from your pen and mind.

"cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind"
~Sarah McLachlan~

Gentle Spirit
Member Patricius

since 2000-10-09

Posts 13989

4 posted 2004-12-15 09:56 AM

Yes, I have thought of what to say.

You sir, are a true poet.

Publish...you really need to be published....

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

5 posted 2004-12-15 09:56 AM

Across Johnson’s field
And down the rough worn logging path
That once fed the mill up on Salt Lick Flat
The Blue dances in among huge boulders
That slipped from limestone face
Long enough ago they have worn smooth
And to the east lies a narrow valley
She once upon a time flooded
In some rage of lust that left her writhing
Full bellied against the far side of stone

Cedars grow there
    Up on the sides of steep

Clinging hard to broken dreams
With gnarled fingers driven in
Between cracks and fissures others would have thought
Too small or too deep

I slept there once
    To be beset with fitful dreams
That raged like heartwood bleeding sap
Sticky, slow ooze of wounds covered in trapped
    Where it all became slow second ticks of stars
Shaken loose in streaks of fire to color sky black
Sometimes green
                       Others blue

Just a flash…
           Then gone
    Burned in the fall

I came to fish the edges of her currents
  And remember how the warm evening of cedar
Was haunted with some impending doom
That strangled words from my throat
     And tore the pen from my hand

So I made another trek
   And carried lines leather bound to bury deep
Knowing the place they would lie
   Fit well the meaning inside
Where so far beneath the needles
                   I knew they could hide

~*~

Just think...
this,
seen all around
the world...

people nodding,
knowing,
feeling...
all around
the world...

garysgirl

Member Laureate

since 2002-09-29

Posts 19237
Florida, USA

6 posted 2004-12-15 10:33 AM

I slept there once
    To be beset with fitful dreams
That raged like heartwood bleeding sap
Sticky, slow ooze of wounds covered in trapped
    Where it all became slow second ticks of stars
Shaken loose in streaks of fire to color sky black
Sometimes green
                       Others blue

Just a flash…
           Then gone
    Burned in the fall

My goodness, Capt. Ron....you can paint a vivid picture
on whatever subject you are writing. Very, very good
writing, Sir Poet!!

LeeJ
Member Patricius

since 2003-06-19

Posts 13296

7 posted 2004-12-15 10:38 AM

I see this painting hanging on the wall, gifted by some of the greatest of Masters, with your name written in gold, underneath
Exquisit

suthern

Member Seraphic

since 1999-07-29

Posts 20723
Louisiana

8 posted 2004-12-15 10:41 AM

I slept there once
    To be beset with fitful dreams
That raged like heartwood bleeding sap
Sticky, slow ooze of wounds covered in trapped
    Where it all became slow second ticks of stars
Shaken loose in streaks of fire to color sky black
Sometimes green
                       Others blue

Yowser!!! *S* So very vivid... so very excellent!!

wranx
Member Elite

since 2002-06-07

Posts 3689
Moved from a shack to a barn

9 posted 2004-12-15 12:03 PM

M'thinks you're onto something with these.

Well, no.
You, m'friend, are aren't so much onto something, as into something.

Tiersdin
Member Elite

since 2000-11-17

Posts 2364
east coast

10 posted 2004-12-15 01:06 PM

I'm current on all of your postings, Captain, and never am I disappointed.

~tier

Cpat Hair

Member Patricius

since 2001-06-05

Posts 11793

11 posted 2004-12-15 01:26 PM

thanks all... for the read... and the nice words...

If I don't see you all around... I'd like to wish you the best of the holidays.. and hopes for you, your families, and your friends.. peace..

Enchantress
Member Empyrean

since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

12 posted 2004-12-15 02:21 PM

Wonderful write Captain...
as always...never a disappintment.
You fill me with wonder and awe.

Happy holidays to you and yours!

Season's Greetings!

Dark Angel
Member Patricius

since 1999-08-04

Posts 10095

13 posted 2004-12-15 02:51 PM

Across Johnson’s field
And down the rough worn logging path
That once fed the mill up on Salt Lick Flat
The Blue dances in among huge boulders
That slipped from limestone face
Long enough ago they have worn smooth
And to the east lies a narrow valley
She once upon a time flooded
In some rage of lust that left her writhing
Full bellied against the far side of stone

Oh how I've missed you!
Damn, this is WOW poetry Sir

C'mere, give us a hug

Mxx

P.S adding to my library

into this night i wonder, it's morning that i dread, another day of knowing of, the path i fear to tread.
~Sarah McLachlan~

Susan
Member Ascendant

since 2004-03-27

Posts 5104
walking the surreal

14 posted 2004-12-15 02:56 PM

I love to read your words and feel their wash across my mind - you are so very gifted -

Susan

Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind.

Mysteria

Member Laureate

since 2001-03-07

Posts 18328
British Columbia, Canada

15 posted 2004-12-15 02:59 PM

I feel like I just walked through the most vivid postcard. Beautiful.

miscellanea
Member Elite

since 2004-06-24

Posts 4060
OH

16 posted 2004-12-15 04:24 PM

Thank you for the many visualizations. Exquisite imagery.
miscellanea

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