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the wind was blowing
Contributed by
painted_echos
on
Saturday, 30th August 2003 @ 12:25:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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the wind really was blowing, you know
the santa anna’s were very late this year
but i’m unmasked now, so i won’t say how
warm the wind was
you know, i always leave my windows open
i’ve hung wind chimes through my yard
sometimes at night, when there is no one, i will
sit outside and listen
i love the sound
and i like to watch the trees move
sometimes i’ll hear an owl
my dog caught one once, she’s fast
and i told her, drop
but she’d already killed it, i didn’t scold her
that’s what dogs do
a white owl and it was like picking up
a piece of silk, but sad
i like staring at the sky too, though i can’t see anything
in the stars but the little dipper
sometimes i’ll hear the hawks that live
in the tree by the wash or
babies crying, screaming, which i soon
recognize as just a bunch of cats making
more cats, down in the wash
my husband left tonight, all
except for one more load
can i say ex now or do i have to
wait for the papers
i didn’t expect it to hurt, but
some things go missing, you say
s**t, i never was any good at packing
when we packed for california
i packed one box and he packed everything else
i went to my mom’s and my sister was there
she left her first husband that weekend so we gave
her some furniture for her new place
dad was in houston in the hospital
a quadruple by-pass and we went to pick him up
good to see him home before i left except
he got a staff infection then
dad had tubes running into his chest and out
flushing him with antibiotics, that’s how i left him
he was there a month, i didn’t pack but one box
a while back, I painted a large gray vase in shades
of green and then arranged a large spray of silk flowers
42 years old and had never arranged flowers
i think husband said oh yea, nice
when i asked what he thought
today he asked me if he could
have the flower arrangement and the vase
some things go missing, you say
he helped me once, he
has a degree in fine arts, you know
taught me a bit about perspective
hard to see when you are used to looking at things one way
then he’d say i spend my time on silly things
or yea that’s nice, when asked, i stopped
last week he asked me to paint a chair for him
no particular color or way, just something i would do
some things go missing, you say
guess after i get perspective down
i can change it
i like surreal paintings
the wind really was blowing, you know
and i was thinking of you
i’m unmasked, one more layer down
and, i like writing to you, you know
you feel what’s inside the words
i love working in the yard
even pulling weeds, gets my hands in the dirt
and it feels good, though
once i was turning some soil in a flower bed and
ended up with a hand full of fresh cat
well, you can imagine
husband liked yard work as well but
we never worked together, except maybe when he
wanted me to fetch something, or i asked him to dig something
the ground is like clay, eventually
i took over the front yard, and he the back
even things we shared we didn’t
when my son was here, he and i would talk
about nothing in particular and everything
then my son left
and it was very quiet again, and
i would crank up the speakers on the stereo till
husband would come and turn it down
he can’t turn it down now
s**t, i did not expect it to hurt
but some things go missing, you say
the last of husband’s things are in the living room
i walked into his bedroom, it was empty but it still
smelled like him and i started to cry
there was a peanut on the floor and it used to p*** me off
when he’d leave stuff like that around but
tonight it brought a smile, and then more tears
over just a peanut on the floor
he took the living room sofa, i have another
there were cobwebs in the empty space, and i got the vacuum
i cried because it is my past i swept away
i didn’t think it would hurt, you know
and, i left a cobweb in the corner for another day
i took the last of his clothes from the dryer and
folded them, i hate folding clothes but
it never made me cry before
then he came for the last of his things and left
i turned the stereo up, i’m ok now
ps. the wind really was blowing, you know. but not last night, even so i thought of you. i wonder why you want to know, and why i let you see so much of me, but you do, and i am
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Re: the wind was blowing
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by jaeann on
Saturday, 30th August 2003 @ 02:30:29 AM AEST
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| all i can do is say wow!!!! you told an amazing story....you caught how it felt....you had me sweeping and crying!!!! |
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Re: the wind was blowing
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by Crow on
Saturday, 30th August 2003 @ 07:20:57 AM AEST
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I bow to you, such an open write, sincerity is
easy to read, very descriptive work. what a super job. Crow |
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