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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration 
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©2001 Christopher Ward I pause, a step away from chase; lean on a doorframe -wood rust and gray - heave a sorrowed sigh. and in the wake of exhaled breath, Amy’s brunette ponytail bounces to the tune of her angry gait. crashing heel to asphalt slide over to cobalt blue, the Malibu she calls “Mandy.” those chestnut tresses swing, dance about her face as she plies the door open… hinges worn, squeaky and rough. strands caught at the gentle press of flesh where lips transform from a kiss, to peach traveling down her chin. glaciers stab through fluorescent green while spiked fingernails picked one- by-one- by-one at damp curls floating lightly in the summer night’s wash. shiver in the warm night. I’ve never been able to stand straight in the face of that glare. icy chill, it stabs through flesh and will; she always forms me undone. legs turn protoplasmic, and it’ll be days, maybe more, before she comes back to rebuild my spine, free me from the jellyfish depression which follows every time she shoots black hate, without mercy, from “Mandy’s” three-inch exhaust. smooth tires deposit patches of non-degradable rubber, marking innocent asphalt (see the similarities here?), I feel the black ocean crawl onto my back groans press into burbling protestations. give in, shuffling finned feet across the beaten threshold of my prison. walls scream aquamarine, but I don’t see. the floor whispers bright white sand, but I don’t feel. the world beckons life and light, but bones crumble beneath the weight of angst and self-pity. the door slams, a wash of hopelessness crushes me to my knees. shamble, ramble, stutter, slide across the splintered wooden floor, drag despair inch-by-inch, sob by heart-rending sob. then, stop. the door? open, a rush of air, breath and, Amy? she returns, mermaid breasted and hair bound. she takes my hand. back? I stand, spined again I walk. her eyes pierce mine and comments, “I was only going to the store.” I pause, a step away from chaos; lean on a doorframe -wood rust and gray - heave a happy sigh. Everyone has the right to be stupid. Some people abuse the priveledge. -Joseph Stalin To seek our potential by visiting change is the path of true greatness. -Author Unknown [This message has been edited by Christopher (edited 02-12-2001).] |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
THANKS. Nice write through anxiety's pen. Can't say I understand all the references...but then? I NEVER could say that...sigh...but the feeling translates and I felt the worry...and as always, you made me think.  |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
Bravo! A chuckle here and there, serious feeling of sadness, then that relief at the end. Chris your writing amazes me! You really gave an image to bring the reader into it, with your wise imagery.  |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
You....you.....you Resident Passionate Miscreant, you!!!! Had me going on a very intense emotional ride with such tangible adjectiles and scintillating imagery, only to be buried beneath a canine's co-dependency wrapped in sardonic humor. You cad!!!! I feel so uuuuuuused.  Ah great...now I feel a crooning moment coming on....'And they call it puppy looooooaaaaooooovaaaaoooooooooveeeee....' Heh...truly, Chris, I enjoyed this one mucho....you just have a miscreantal way about ya.  Alicat, the Persnikitty [This message has been edited by Alicat (edited 02-12-2001).] |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
This is a fine piece of writing, young man "I walked beside the evening sea and dreamed a dream that could not be." George William Curtis |
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Dopey Dope
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Member Patricius
since 2000-08-30
Posts 11132San Juan, Puerto Rico |
Nicely done here..... It give me the Ooo's, and yes....even the Aaa's...  I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust. I'm in love with my shadow I admire it daily |
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Irie Senior Member
since 1999-12-01
Posts 1493Washington State |
Chris..... Awesome of you to grace us with such an "on the edge of my seat" piece. I felt as though I were going to explode from anxiety, then,..... a HUGE sigh of relief at the end! Not to mentions, the images that you sketched should be framed with excellence! Superior job! :D And again, nice to see you. ~Sheri "The things that come to those that wait may be the things left by those who got there first" |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Hey - thanks y'all for your time to comment on this! I had fun going outside myself (I'm usually so self-centered that I can't write poetry about anything but direct life experiences!) and presenting a little twist at the end. Ali, you nailed it exactly, bringing up words I'd not thought to associate (canine co-dependancy) even though it fit exactly what I was trying to portray! Peace, C |
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Elizabeth Cor Senior Member
since 2000-10-13
Posts 879Over the river and through the woods |
woof? |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Christopher~ This is a compelling piece. Perhaps you should go outside more often.  Great admiration from this poetic corner. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Christopher--This is excellent writing...totally captivating! |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Chris, my I am impressed. Some interesting and well formed images here. Got to say I liked it a lot. "difference between love and comfortis that comfort's more reliable and true |
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Fading Away
since 2001-03-14
Posts 3131Lynchburg, Virginia |
This is an awesome piece. very impressive... I loved the style. Perfectly done. Thanks for the read. --Marie "You're the girl of my nightmares, erotic and skull-faced. |
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LoveBug
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Member Elite
since 2000-01-08
Posts 4697 |
Another wonderful piece from you, my friend. I, too, was surprised by the ending, but that helps give it its charm.  "Men judge generally more by the eye than by the hand, for everyone can see and few can feel."-Machiavelli |
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Yu Lan Senior Member
since 2000-04-13
Posts 1462New Zealand |
 well done, Chris! This is so neat! I'm going to add this to my library, 'coz i can't stop smiling.. I'm not quite sure what it is that u've done with this, you've kind of implied everything, and not told us anything.. and that's good poetry.. one effect I've been trying for for ages, and haven't quite 'got' yet.. nope, i definitely admire this piece.. |
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Yu Lan Senior Member
since 2000-04-13
Posts 1462New Zealand |
woops, posted twice.. “One word can be magical. Imagine then, the effect of several words, together..” [This message has been edited by Yu Lan (edited 07-09-2001).] |
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