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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
 Posted - 02/23/2010 : 06:56:05
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Aftermath
As time passed she longed to see him… as he did her. She stuck by her decision. He respected it. So there they were, mired in their isolation…mere miles from each other. He never went into town.She often regretted the pious choice she had made. She had gained an understanding of why he had to do what he had done. She never told him so.
So many lives were changed for the better. The town was a different place. Lives could be lived as they were meant to be lived.
Except for theirs.
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 02/27/2010 : 13:09:45
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He knelt in the August road and
told his son he loved him
for the last time
then slithered into a green bottle to drown.
When it overflowed and he fell out
much too late in the dance,
he sometimes thought it snowed too much
and that baseball was coming soon
but he mostly couldn't remember
why he cared;
about much of anything.
But he knew he could,
he knew he did,
once and future.
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andrew p
Firefly
USA
3936 Posts |
Posted - 02/27/2010 : 19:07:24
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bless you Hank...love ya man
andrew
"Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet." ~Roger Miller~ |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1824 Posts |
Posted - 02/28/2010 : 01:14:54
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There never was a place she could go to just sit and read and
relax, pictures forming in her brain from the words written
on two porches ..... the front and the back. Faces, images,
broken hearts, soul-searching, tributes to lost loved ones and
the ones just found, -- going through her mind at high speed at
times and slow at others. A gentle place to visit, with searchlights beckoning her to come
and to stay, in the blaring sunlight or in the purple haze that hangs so sweetly in the air
and makes it hard to leave when it's time to go. Like now.
BGee |
Edited by - BarbraG on 02/28/2010 01:19:34 |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2154 Posts |
Posted - 02/28/2010 : 20:55:21
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-from Red Pictures.
He came back. He looked the same on the outside. Handsome still. But every night he woke up screaming and he pinned her to their wet bed. No 911 number then. He told her how he set the Huey down. How they came in a wave running at him. 19 years old in Charlie country. His 3am sweat tasted like vinegar. In the morning what he wanted was two over-easy and toast. "Burn it!" he insisted. The plush cushion behind his wired spine. She brushed her long mahogany-colored hair. Permanent bruises on her delicate wrists. Blue shadows. He said he was getting comfortable with Death in the room while they tried to keep their lives from unraveling beside Interstate 5.
"...and in that time
when men decide to feel safe
to call the war insane,
take one moment to embrace
those gentle heroes you left behind."
Major Michael Davis O'Donnell
1 January 1970
Dak To, Vietnam
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2154 Posts |
Posted - 02/28/2010 : 21:59:39
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| "...but!... Isn't the paisley sky beautiful!" she says. A spiral of honey hits his toast. Life before the Revolution. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 03/01/2010 : 18:09:35
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The first time I left Martina,
she screamed, she wailed,
she threw things at me from the door,
she threw gravel at the car.
Years later when she left me
for the last time,
I did the same things,
Towards the sky.
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1824 Posts |
Posted - 03/01/2010 : 20:28:59
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The Walking Wounded souls are everywhere. They come back... or
do they? Pictures permanently branded inside their brains are
ever before them, surrounding them like a python, squeezing their
last bits of sanity away... War is hell on the homefront,
when they return. They're looking for what they knew as "home",
but they never really find it again. It's lost to them ...
forever buried on a faraway battlefield ... in their minds. The ones who don't come back walking
may not be the ones who suffer the most... How can we ever know?
Our children .. straight from high school .. into war -- still manage
to die like men, I've heard. If that gives comfort to anyone,
let it be me.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2154 Posts |
Posted - 03/04/2010 : 17:49:26
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Casa Del Zorro. For sale behind chicken wire now. The money left town just ahead of the Feds. BANG! How he loves her aim. The way her hand comes up firing green bottles and beer cans off the broken stone wall.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2154 Posts |
Posted - 03/06/2010 : 17:24:02
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We've been friends long enough, he says
Patting the tortillas dry
Letting some cigarette ash fall into the cornmeal
I look up from the shredded lettuce and cheese
He gets edgy when I don't meet his eyes
So I look up
But I don't say a word
Hey
No use fishing for trouble
And look at him
Something is about to sneak up on him
And he knows it
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 03/06/2010 : 19:33:06
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Been feeling lately,
like something is sneaking up on me.
Or pushing me towards a cliff
that I can't see.
But I still have that
tiny, idiotic
mustard-seed of faith
that I will
someday learn to fly.
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 03/07/2010 : 08:05:28
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Angels I have never seen
but only heard,
wrap me in their wings
and carry me thru the nite.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2154 Posts |
Posted - 03/07/2010 : 18:25:58
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Making Movies
"You're the AD, Baby. You scout the location," he says. So they move to the high house at the ocean end of town where the pavement ends and the gravel path narrows. Hard to see with all those trees around. He has to walk out to the road to collect the mail. She climbs twenty-one steps to fill the bird feeders. One morning a WIDE LOAD truck arrives with a Fayetteville gazebo and a Del Mar gondola balloon. A bright red crane sets them down on the edge of the bluff. Sandstone riprapping down the cliff side. That night, blushing clouds at sunset when the Sky West Express glides into Palomar. Hot stars above. Alive for hours. Wide-angle shot. Diffusion filter. Cue music. Pan out to ships at sea. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2154 Posts |
Posted - 03/09/2010 : 19:06:23
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"No dark books," he says. Pieces of bright sky falling.
"...where the bougainvillea brazenly dreams," he says, "...that story."
He's redesigning History in the kitchen. Many napkins. Gold ink. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
2154 Posts |
Posted - 03/11/2010 : 17:17:20
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| She wants him on the street. Gold locket watch in his pocket. Pistol in his boot. Laughing when he falls through that hole in the sky, white shirt shining. And there he is! Stepping over cracks in the sidewalk. Whistling a tune that makes her lean against him. |
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Bill Smith
Windchimer
2390 Posts |
Posted - 03/11/2010 : 18:57:40
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And I looked at her in disbelief, ....... slowly ...... and said ....
I think I'll ........ have another drink. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 03/12/2010 : 15:58:53
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As my fingers gripped the slippery rocks
that made up the wall of the dank,dark
well I found myself in, I heard a voice
and looked up at a beautiful face
looking down at me.
If I throw you a rope, she said,
maybe I can save you.
That's okay. I'm fine,
I said,
I'm just getting good at this.
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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
Posted - 03/12/2010 : 16:45:18
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We stay where we are
See that rope? We don’t take it
Rev…I don't get it.
Please 'scuse the haikus |
Edited by - rodeo on 03/13/2010 12:19:25 |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2818 Posts |
Posted - 03/13/2010 : 07:18:21
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Choices, Ro.
The rope or the heart? |
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andrew p
Firefly
USA
3936 Posts |
Posted - 03/13/2010 : 09:02:00
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What we've done, and where we've been...eventually leads us to what we do, and where we are.
Life's a journey, not a destination.
andrew
"Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet." ~Roger Miller~ |
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