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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Jake looked older, But then again we both were And lord knows Iambe passing Hadn’t rolled any years backwards Except in memory. “It was quick.” Jake began “she never saw the car coming” “Drinking?” I asked Knowing the answer. “Yeah.” He muttered. New Mexico is still dusty And the windows of Jake’s place Didn’t look like they had been cleaned Since Poncho V. had been a kid So there wasn’t much sunlight Coming through A comfortable shadow That hid the pain Neither of us wanted to talk about. “You want a beer?” Jake asked as he rose and grabbed two Knowing as well the answer I’d give. “Jake,” I tried to say more But took a long pull on the brown bottle instead He just nodded “I know, bud, me too.” We sat silent Long enough to let the sun fade even more And the evening breeze to pick up Small clouds of dirt from the floor Swirling them Endless it seemed “I put flowers on her stone.” I finally said. His blink and turn of head Told me more than my throat would care To swallow or my eyes would hold So I rose and walked to look out. “I never blamed you for going, you know.” “She was a bitch on wheels when she got started.” I turned then Looked at his eyes that suddenly seemed rheumy, And said, “She was beautiful Jake.” “Too much so for my heart to stand.” Next morning, My head hurt from too many memories And too much tequila That Jake and I had poured down Trying to wash the bile of losing her From our minds, But the road was empty And it looked like it might rain. “Later Jake” with a wave knowing later might never come. “You, take care.” He said and turned back to the door I felt the first drops fall Before I made the truck Then It stormed. [This message has been edited by Cpat Hair (09-26-2003 04:42 PM).] |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I see that Konrad jerked his head north...sigh. Not only for the moth, sir... |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
No, not just the moth..... Thank you Ron. But I'm still pissed  |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
sigh, so sad yet beautiful. A fabulous write Ron  Maree. fate is not just |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
A comfortable shadow That hid the pain Neither of us wanted to talk about. “You want a beer?” Jake asked as he rose and grabbed two Knowing as well the answer I’d give. “Jake,” I tried to say more But took a long pull on the brown bottle instead He just nodded “I know, bud, me too.” We sat silent Long enough to let the sun fade even more And the evening breeze to pick up Small clouds of dirt from the floor Swirling them Endless it seemed “I put flowers on her stone.” I finally said. His blink and turn of head Told me more than my throat would care To swallow or my eyes would hold So I rose and walked to look out. ==================================== this moth is most grateful... I needed this today..more than even I knew... thank you Ron...for indulging a moths love of your work....hopefully not at your own expense.  "If you feel heartbreak, distant thunder, lightning, earthquakes ... |
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KristieSue
since 2003-01-31
Posts 1460PA, US |
*sniffle* "Vision without action is a daydream. Action without vision is a nightmare." -Japanese Proverb |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
For Ron....and Iambe. (thank you always, for the inspiration) ~~~~~~ Heading Home After Travis left, Jake poured a cup of coffee, sat down at a table by the rain streaked window and watched the storms roll in for hours, losing track of time to the rain's cadence on the roof. He hadn't notice when Kate came down. As she cleaned and set up the tables, she kept his cup filled the same way her company kept his life from being empty. Part of the road washed away and Jake smiled recalling his and Iambe's last conversation. She just showed up late one evening on the heels of a thunderstorm. They sat together in silence, watching blue lighting crisscross the desert sky. "I'm tired of red clay and dust Jake. It makes everything old before its time. I'm thinking about taking off." "Where to, or is it -- who to? Jake asked with a playful smirk. She turned suddenly serious and shook her head. "There is no "who" to go to. Hasn't been for a long time. But there is a place and its never left my mind for long. I think its time to go back there again, maybe to stay." She went on to tell Jake about a stretch of beach in the gulf that some rodeo circuit cowboy had taken her to. It was the first time she had ever been by the sea. She couldn't recall his name but the tides had remained with her and now were calling her back. As she described the white sand shoreline and the turquoise waves that rolled in from an endless blue horizon, Jake saw a spark in her eyes he hadn't seen since she was a child wading in creek beds and river banks while her brothers tried to fish and keep her curiosity from drowning her. She told him how alive she felt when she heard the waves, how when she was by the ocean, it felt like she was "home." Like it was the thing that was always missing inside of her. The empty we all have but never quite understand. "We've been a lot of places Jake, seen God's country from our windshields and rearview mirrors. And all have become a part of who we are; prairies of gold, plains of red rust, deserts of orange, mountains of limestone that fall into emerald river bends. I've been humbled by the beauty of them all. I once thought there wasn't a more amazing sight than a desert night lit by the stars. But that morning on a beach in Mexico I saw the sky reflected on wet sand and I knew where I belonged. I wont truly be at peace till I'm back there." Jake blinked back the tears and memories, reaching in his pocket he pulled out a gold chain with a tiny cross charm on it. It had belonged to their mother and once given to Iambe it had rarely been off her neck. Just before she drove off that night, Iambe had given it to him to give to Dillion. It was the last time he'd seen her before the call came. Now as he held it in his hand he knew what he needed to do. He told Kate he was leaving, she nodded with her all knowing smile when he said he wasn't sure when he was coming back. "The place is yours anyway Kate, has been ever since you walked in the door." "Mind if I ask where you're going" Jake put the necklace back in his pocket and said, "I'm giving someone a ride home."   "If you hear teardrops falling like rain on the rooftops ... know what you're listening to ... this is me missing you." "If you see lonely, clear skies turning stormy ... Lightning strikes and all you see is blue ... this is me missing you" If you feel heartbreak, distant thunder, lightning, earthquakes ... If you wonder why the earth moves ... this is me missing you. If you touch empty, reach in the darkness and don't find me ... Then you'll know just what I'm going through ... this is me missing you. James House This Is Me Missing You. [This message has been edited by Janet Marie (09-27-2003 04:05 PM).] |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
ah yes.... hoped it would spur something from your muse... and I see it mixed the sea with the plains quite well... nicely done JM... nice indeed... now... go write something else..lol.. maybe some tigerboy poetry to annoy Duncan..I love it when he gets annoyed at tigerboy poetry.. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
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heh ... hey Dunc...Ron's got your number me thinks LOL So..ya want some tigerboyyeeee poetry do ya D? lmao  "If you feel heartbreak, distant thunder, lightning, earthquakes ... |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
I'm in mourning, so no...but thank you both SO much for thinking of me.  (Somebody shoulda run over that silly tiger instead of Iambe) |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Hmmmm....Dunc sounds a little bitter... what do ya think Ron? maybe the porch puppy got fleas...  ya know...he talks all about my tigerboyee... but I happen to know hes got a house full of cute striped felines. Hes not fooling anyone. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
lol..I think Ross is indeed in mourning..and still peeved at Iambe's passing on. Bitter...not really, more vexed that he had the chance to save her and didn't...lol... as for the dancing tiger... you know JM.. that thing would make a heck of a target at a shooting gallery...  |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
Hell, you could knock the goofy thing for a loop with a water pistol! Why waste good lead? |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
hey around here... lead/water, may mean the same thing... lol besides, if you get the tiger wet, he might turn mean... if you put him in a shooting gallery and make him run back and forth on a steel track, you can plink him, watch him fall over, plink him again, etc etc... |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
Now see, that's why you're the smart one and I'm the good looking one. Alrighty then...let's go tiger hunting!!!! |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
tiger hunting... hmmm. nah..wouldn't want to hurt JM's pet.... besides I know you have a thing for cats.. think of it as a stray..and just embrace it..lol |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
Here kitty, kitty, kitty....lemme embrace ya over here by this cute little mongoose I found trying to straddle that fence with Ron. |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
JM must've gone out for some kittylitterations..... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Target??? shooting gallery??? oh--oh-- I see how it is.... I write you a poem and you go with the enemy ... Hmmmm...I was gonna write some more of this Jake...pick up where that one left off.... but now.... now Im not feeling so inspired.... aint just like you male dogs to pee on the same tree. lmao |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
quote: what??? Duncan could have save her and didnt???? Oh REALLY???? DO TELL.... "Oh Lucy...yu got some splainin to do" |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Target practice... psssssssss... lmao.. I KNOW all about mens aim heh |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ron? Can I be a moth too? |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Martie.... of course you can You may have to take up tiger taunting as JM has done...or develop a new form of torture for duncan, but then again, he is easily tortured... lol. thanks for the read Martie.. and the words. |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Dunc...you think you can bring her back to life...I mean, it's a fairytale, right? Iambe is just SLEEPING.... |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
For now, I'll just say that sometimes a love must die to one man, to live for another. We shall see... |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
I'll give you a quick review of Duncan's work in progress... "Wonderful!" whether he brings her or someone like her to the pages, is up to him..I do know what I have seen of his current work, is very good... very good! |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
 Thank you for that Ron, more than I can say... |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
So...where IS it? Why is it the Captain is the only one who gets to see this "wonderful"? I demand equal attention... or at least, equal reading time...  |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
cant hide from a moth ... not even in Haven. |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Can't hide from Konrad, either. You want more? Then do what you need and WANT to do... |
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