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Ailinn
Windchimer

1593 Posts

Posted - 02/27/2009 :  19:03:12  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
They came with their packs back from Durrow. From its denser light and heavier air. From the creak and shiver of seafaring days. "Can we rest a while, now?" she whispers. When he speaks to her he changes her name.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1593 Posts

Posted - 02/27/2009 :  19:07:17  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He leans in his boots in the doorway. The fresh paint puts him in a luminous frame. Her look takes him in only at the corners of her eyes. Sideways. Shyly. Behing his right shoulder the last daylight gathers under one tree. All the benign light left in the world where the hill slopes down to the ocean.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1593 Posts

Posted - 02/28/2009 :  17:34:22  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
On hot nights he interpreted the sky in what was left of Eden. A curved story rushing out of his hands. Sparks at the ends of his lashes, like stars.
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1802 Posts

Posted - 02/28/2009 :  21:32:54  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"I'm only going to get one shot. There's just one
bullet left." Knowing I had to find his heart the first
time was something new to me. I wasn't afraid that I
couldn't do it. No, I was afraid that I wouldn't.



Sugar
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 03/01/2009 :  07:28:41  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Effortlessly she paints. Moonbeams from other planets.
Sounds from a future passed. Colors remembered from dreams.
Stories from astral travels. Windchimes with no breeze.
A taste not recognized, but pleasing.

All things considered...

~*~

For ROR

Edited by - buckman on 03/01/2009 07:31:28
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5421 Posts

Posted - 03/01/2009 :  08:18:57  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
All his life the poet whispered light, draped in longing,
rooted in the land. He would carefully pack his suitcase
for his travels, give the readings, stay long after to talk
with younger writers. Home in rainy Oregon, he would rise
before the sun to scratch his heart on paper, making coffee
for his wife when she awoke. A conscientious objector who
never saw the end of what he objected to, in his last years
he began travelling by train across America, disembarking
wherever he sensed a welcome. He'd sit with the old people
in cafes, listen to their stories. Sometimes they'd invite him
to stay in their homes. By the end he had friends everywhere,
many who did not know he was a poet at all, but who remembered
the man who came to their town in the middle of the winter
to share a cup of coffee, and listen.

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BarbraG
Windchimer

1802 Posts

Posted - 03/01/2009 :  12:06:53  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
A loving tribute, Doug.



BGee
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Grania
Rocker

104 Posts

Posted - 03/01/2009 :  16:29:28  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Dear Preacherman~

Rainy days and white candles
Remember each one.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1593 Posts

Posted - 03/01/2009 :  16:32:28  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
They live on the fault line waiting on Fate. On Karma. On Fortune. On Destiny. Fluid time's lemon light through the blind slats. His voice in the kitchen. His shadow on every page.
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3744 Posts

Posted - 03/01/2009 :  19:28:20  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Tonight, I gave her the moon and stars.
She gazed in amazement...wonder.
Ephemeral, yet lasting.
Something just between us,
It is ours and ours alone...
To share.

"The first shall be last and the last shall be first..."

Craig
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1593 Posts

Posted - 03/03/2009 :  17:08:21  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Lean on the dream that can save you.
I'll hold your heart out of harm's way."

Mickey Newbury
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1593 Posts

Posted - 03/04/2009 :  20:27:46  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
In the denser light of Durrow he made his way along the quay. Seabirds calling. Nicked finger. Heart full of vows.
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 03/06/2009 :  21:10:07  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He looked at the clock on the
wall above the bar and said,
Hell with it, close enuf to midnite...

He said to Tater,
the one whore
[I'm sorry, sweety, dance hall girl]
that still hung around him back in the shadows,
I don't know what I miss more
the whiskey or the women...

She said,
Well, one of em you can still have.

He said, Nah, it's just like the whiskey,
When the headin down days
start to outrun the
livin it up nites...

Time to hang it up for a spell...
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1593 Posts

Posted - 03/12/2009 :  17:51:52  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
When the fire engines arrive he's tying the sheets together. Tossing them over the balcony rail to her smile so free and brazen.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1593 Posts

Posted - 03/15/2009 :  13:12:34  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Modern Vigil: "Rattlesnake season. You comin'?" he said, whipping the tall grass out of the way, snapping the rope back and forth in a swath before them. Later he said, "I like to be surprised...how 'bout you?"
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 03/19/2009 :  18:38:49  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Party girls growing older.

Different stages of time.
Worry lines starting in,
& most of her friends don't work now.
but the dayjob pays good and the place is okay.
Waiting for more. Just starting to need it.

Hoping...
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 03/21/2009 :  17:51:52  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
She came upstairs and found him
sitting in the rocker just
looking out the window at a hawk
flying over the yard and
beyond that to the river.
He seemed sad.
She thought of a rhyme...
Eighty two and nothing left to do.
Did he have regrets?
Were they his own or for his son?
Were they because he had no grandchildren?
Were they because his friends kept dying?

Or was it just a peaceful moment after breakfast
and nothing much was wrong?

She knew.
She shared the same life.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning in March
looking down at the Hudson River.

Nothing much was wrong...
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 03/21/2009 :  19:33:58  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I got on stage after after a great Irish Accordian player
and before the crowd was too drunk.
Had a great soundtrack I made for the intro
and I did my ditties and walked out for a cigarette.
Ten minutes.
It went very well.
Lots of accolades from big & small, old & young.

Felt good to get it done sober.
And it being March 17th...
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San Diego
Rocker

435 Posts

Posted - 03/22/2009 :  19:44:47  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
...Pages and pages of dreams...soooo...
Close your sleepy eyes and let the sky...

Mickey Newbury
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Ailinn
Windchimer

1593 Posts

Posted - 04/01/2009 :  20:49:45  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He traveled through my heart like short-circuited lightning. Like live wires spliced into stars, she said.
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