Date: Thu, 11 Jul 2019 20:12:18 -0400 From: Tagen Subject: Random Tails- Indulgence Please donate to Nifty http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html So this is an exercise in pure self indulgence on my part. When in high school part of the English class requirement was to take a creative writing section. One of the assignments was to write five short free form items. I wrote the following and got a D from the teacher and a long interview by the school counselor. I know this type of stuff won't appeal to most but I'm throwing it out there anyway. 1. Blue jay My head thumps and aches. That dam blue jay singing good morning isn't helping. I'm sure he's doing it just to annoy me to make me pay for my sins. I turn from the window with coffee in hand and survey the spread of sleeping bodies and strewn socks and underoos. The light of day shows the truth of what occurred I turn back to the blue jay and stare him down as he sings his morning song and I take my punishment. 2. Family 1 My Brothers Heart Beats No More 9 and adrift the tears flow free my nephew clings to me Seeking Comfort He Stands In The Door the modern disk tells the tale of a father/son life tipped out of scale His Smile His Hope I Adore he seeks a new fathers love that I feel unworthy of Knees On The Floor I try to fulfill his need as the task of new father I concede 3. Family 2 September days busied my hands New wife New Stepson New house September nights slipped thru my hands as I pondered nightly the joy that lie behind that closed door from which the night light shone hesitation - indecision October days nipped the hands Cool air Yard work decorations October nights dripped thru my fingers as my nightly passion boiled over and stained the carpet below hesitation November days hands wrapped Cold Snow wife on trip November nights fingers push the door to heaven, warmth and tenderness shared between the sheets gratification 4 Cabin Days Whispering, whispering like the wind thru the pine needles The voices carry on the night air. Voices soft and low bouncing gently off the pine boards. Whispering voices keeping secret. The old cabin in the woods was my great grandparents and passed down to me. Hand pumped water and outhouse amenities. No cell or electricity made it a zombie zone to the fairer sex of my family. My brother and I loved the getaway and shared the warmth of the circle of manhood. Hunting, fishing, swearing and the open belch. A scratch a tug a man could be a man. My brother and I were close. Is it possible to be to close, we don't think so. So many families fighting in and out, love within should be the way. Even as kids the whispers flowed softly as the floor boards squeaked. Now grown and married and with children under foot. We escape and thru habit the whispers follow even though we could shout it out. Our sons now learn the joy to be found in day and night at the cabin in the woods. As we whisper, whisper, whisper 5. Ah This Year Leather to ground Step by Step Side by Side Father and son trek Where nature abounds I vacation hike every year the wife came once but now with a smile and a wave she lets me hike alone At day the nod or a hello to others on the trail or that smile or wink that says join me But at night I tent alone Tented alone in a private spot I can stand naked in the moonlight as I caress and make sensual love to my nature feeding my seed to the ground But This year- ah this year My son has announced he is old enough to join me so the wife demanded I be a papa wolf and take the pup along We trekked mile by mile till he was worn then pitched tent under the stars alone and away from others as I always did The night was deep and the pups breathing soft and sure I again stood in the moonlight loving my nature when dad was whispered on the wind my right continued to love me but my left reached out and drew the pup in Pup struggled in my arms as a thrust stopped his words this year my seed would return to my seed and not see the ground I howled and he panted as the fluid was fed followed by a kiss deep as my arms embraced him into my fur and I held him tight and warm My son my son so early in his youth with not a hair on him and tender in skin The morning again taught him as his tongue swirled and his mouth swallowed his papa wolf a smile danced as he accepted his place Another day of leather to ground and foot to stone The night tent is set and my little boy pup kneels on the earth as he feasts on my nature but now my loins desire more a lift of the leg and a yelp from the pup finds my nature grounded deep in his awakening youth A slower day follows but that is alright because night will come as so will my love