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Author Name: TrialAnn 13 Comments
Date Added: November 01, 2005 19:11:47 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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City Comes to Dirt Road
City came to dirt road last evening,
shiny Buick and long silken legs slid
from leather seats onto dusty gravel
then hesitated for a cricket’s chirp,
testing the footing on this foreign land.

I heard her calling us ‘provincial’
before she disembarked from her chariot
to greet distant relatives forgotten by time
cultured r’s and l’s unwilling to enunciate
the word ‘boorish’, her eyes told the truth.

Crouched in the garden picking snap peas,
dust flecked legs cinched tighter beneath me
I realized I was evidence once removed,
proof of the apple fallen from that nearby
splintering tree in a flowered muslin wrap.

Fingering her dark hair, wiping the sweat
from her brow in country nonchalance,
Mama extended her hand, mouth smiling
and I saw her jaw tense behind it,
her graciousness honest but strained.

Chanel and a shade of blond hair
never seen in nature, hesitated
then shook the hand of the estranged;
remarkably, it was limp, that handshake--
I expected so very much more.

Cousin Lyla dared to step up on the porch,
creaking under her weight at the center,
sipped iced tea and fingered pralines,
ne’er dropping a crumb from those angel-devil lips
as I watched from the corner, ignored.

Mama’s voice was earth, Lyla’s something else,
hovering in between the sound of sky and storm,
unnatural and poised. The world quieted,
spoke softly from other places as if listening;
sultry afternoon eavesdropped unseen.

Family album names escaped into the air,
stories of days when the worlds were closer
than city and country slipped into place,
the sides of these tracks and those explained,
and Lyla’s smiled softened, I was sure of it.

Afternoon turned to twilight as fireflies danced,
I waited for dinner, but Mama knew better
than to offer what would be refused
so she refilled the tea and Lyla fretted
more about time flying than time changing.

Then there was a creak of egress,
her heels to gravel remarked in her exhale
as she navigated to her car once again
and Mama waved, her smile released
as the dust flew quickly past, relieving our burden.

My gracious apple tree walked to me,
tousled my hair, kissed my sun drenched cheek
and gathered the peas for dinner.
I took down the skillet and thought of Buicks
and tracks and was happy where I had fallen.

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Comments:
Comment By: PremiumDavid Turner on October 16, 2006 05:26:39 PM Report

Ann, I enjoyed this very much - the imagery is very vivid - to me very small town America.


Some extremely good lines in it:-


then hesitated for a cricket’s chirp,


Chanel and a shade of blond hair
never seen in nature,

 

My gracious apple tree walked to me,
tousled my hair, kissed my sun drenched cheek
and gathered the peas for dinner.

I like the ending - I am staying where I have falen too.

 

Warm Wishes

 

David

Comment By: FreeRandy Harrison on August 13, 2006 08:55:32 AM Report
Nice piece. I know those "angel-devil lips" LOL Beautiful work Ann. Congratulations on the award!

Peace,

Randy

Comment By: Freeb doneff on August 13, 2006 12:12:37 AM Report
Oh Ann, I loved this, oh did I....wow, congrats on the award, this was well deserving and something I could read over and over...yeaaaaaaa....Barbie
Comment By: FreeTracy Fletcher on August 12, 2006 11:07:30 PM Report
Congratulations on winning a Featured Poem Award.
Tracy

Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on August 9, 2006 01:43:08 PM Report
Congrats on a well deserved bla bla bla...:O)..Hiya, kid...I loved the "hesitated for a cricket's chirp" image..The mark of a writer, to me. The nice thing about some reletives is wheen they're distant, huh?...len
Comment By: FreeMoon Fairy on August 8, 2006 07:03:18 AM Report
Congratulations on your award~
(*Moon~

Comment By: FreeCynthia Jones on August 7, 2006 08:49:40 PM Report

Congrats on your muchly deserved award. *S* Whispering Winds


Comment By: FreeDori on August 7, 2006 02:40:03 PM Report
My gracious apple tree walked to me -

 

This phrasing is lovely.  I enjoyed the nostalig feeling to the poem. 

Comment By: FreeThe Mystic Poet on August 7, 2006 08:10:20 AM Report
Congrats on winning!
Comment By: FreeGlata on August 7, 2006 07:25:41 AM Report
Congrats, Ann! An awesome write that I thoroughly enjoyed!  Certainly deserving of the Award sitting atop this...

Hugs!

Glata

Comment By: ModeratorJillian K. Alexis on August 7, 2006 06:10:49 AM Report
I wanted to congratulate u on winning a most, deserved award...Hugz...Jillian
Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on August 6, 2006 06:36:40 PM Report
Ann:   a great write and view of Life.  Very deserving of the Feature Award.

 

 

Lady D

Comment By: FreeRoger Bacon on November 2, 2005 07:57:40 PM Report
This is just a fine write to read. So relaxing and well written. Loved it.




 


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