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Flashback Fridays I've risked my life
to save a dead woman,
ran naked through
Fort Stockton in December,
and faced down Monon's man eating goats,
but loving you is the most insane act
I've ever attempted,
and the most satisfying too.
This is great--yes, the
This is great--yes, the exlanation of the goats made it better, but even before I read that I liked the poem-- with a 50% divorce rate as a statistic, any relationship is a pretty crazy endeavor nowadays! ~peace~
.............
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
I love that ending
I love that ending
Much Love
Ashley
Somehow,
I thought you might ;-)
:) you know me so well
:) you know me so well :)
high five for poetical soul mates
Much Love
Ashley
Delightful heroic and creepy
Delightful heroic and creepy at the same time gosh I love your mind! :D
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
HugSS!!!
Back at ya Dear!!!
Nonon the Unknown
man eating goats? Brave to face those, m'thinks, a footnote in the author's comment section perhaps? The comparison is sweet! And yes, there is scariness involved here - Lady A
I kind of liked leaving the
I kind of liked leaving the mystery! ;-) When i was a kid (maybe 10 or 11) Monon was farmer/moonshiner who was a recluse and disagreeable person, who reportedly protected his still and property with vicious dogs and even more vicious goats. The goats had horns that curved forward so that when they butted you, they would impale you, then they would devour you! He also had one of the best catfish ponds in the area, since no one EVER fished in it. On a dare, I did and caught a mess of catfish, but before I could leave, a couple of goats showed up. Since their horns weren't curved forward, I grabbed the stringer full of fish before I ran. I was Iron Man among my friends for that summer ;-) Silly childhood hood stuff that looked at realistically is nothing but the memory is there forever ;-)
The Background Helped, Yes!
Sounds like a fish story to me :D - I shall sleep and dream of moonshine stills and bathtub gin, goats wih horns and a taste for human flesh. Every childhood has a myth man and monster. thanks for sharing this one ~Allets~