A poetic journey :)

[Yoron]

I'm easily bored, a trait I'm guessing I'm sharing with a lot of you.
And I'm also fond of 'Haiku' you know, poems that expresses a lot without to many words.

so lets try a journey, an natural one. you're welcome to create.
But give it your best please, and if you find place for it
Do drop a haiku somewhere in it. Or similar...

( Sixteen or eighteen. Like never being late for church on Sundays
Never mind what you might be doing those week days..)
But thanks, missed that one.

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It was late, to late by far. She could feel her feet getting colder as she tiredly stood, waiting in the cold rain. A small robin dived, circling her once and then gone. That could be my life she though, like a flash of laughter, here now then gone.

Overhead the rainclouds seemed to be chasing the moon and at her feet she could see bleak slivers of herself reflected in the puddles under the streetlight. She was leaving town, there was nothing more for her here. At the age of eighteen, at least that was what the ID told, and with nowhere to go, she thought to herself.

It had taken all courage she had to follow through her decision, She just couldn't take the abuse her new foster family was forcing her through. So here she was, waiting for a magic Greyhound to come, and to carry her away.



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[WickedEve]

Not sure if your story will continue and contain any eroticism or not, but it's best to change the age to eighteen, please.
Thank you.

Literotica Rules: You may not post sexually explicit pictures or stories featuring anyone under 18 years old.




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[champagne1982]

runaway to glory

No springtime sex; wait
for summer fruits before fall
harvest and winter cold

 

[Yoron]

Running to glory, is that it? She asked herself. The Cold yellow light from the waving lamp overhead flickered its cold message under the wind driven rain ' alone, so alone'. There was very few cars passing now, and the buss she was waiting for already an hour late.

Or is it running away that I'm doing? She found that she had to sit down at the bench to rest. She knew she needed to move to keep her warmth, but she was so tired. If only her parents had been here, but they had been gone since so long ago that she hardly remembered them anymore. Without noticing it she was slowly starting to fall asleep. Her thoughts melting into dreams.

 

[darkmaas]

oops


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[Yoron]

Hm, ok not a good idea then
Ah well, that's life.

 

[WickedEve]

Hm, ok not a good idea then
Ah well, that's life.

The poetry forum moves rather slowly. Give it time and others may join in.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I'm easily bored, a trait I'm guessing I'm sharing with a lot of you.
And I'm also fond of 'Haiku' you know, poems that expresses a lot without to many words.

so lets try a journey, an natural one. you're welcome to create.
But give it your best please, and if you find place for it
Do drop a haiku somewhere in it. Or similar...

( Sixteen or eighteen. Like never being late for church on Sundays
Never mind what you might be doing those week days..)
But thanks, missed that one.

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Well, I'm not easily bored. I have myself to play with, after all. But I'd play if I understood the game a little better. And I'm not writing a haiku cause I don't know what that is. (I do, but I Don't, if you know what I mean).

Do you want "poetic" responses and expansions to your prose? Or more prose, continuing the story? Or just haiku? Or some pizza? Or what?

bj

 

[Yoron]

So consummated

Good questions all of them, wish i knew.

As for what a Haiku really is, only you know..
Pizza is ok, but black olives instead of pepperoni please.

Awh, and whadda'y'a mean 'playing'?
Really..

( I soo hope you're over *?* Eighteen was it.. ? )
It won't be allowed otherwise...

Cheers
Yoron.

Ps: Reading my answer again I have to say Sorry, sort of P* of, not at you though.

Most often when one is its about one self, when it all come to light, am I right?
As for what should and should not be included, that I suppose, is mostly a question of taste

But as I see it you've all got it (moderators included), ahh the ball, I mean...
( you know like, the ball is now in your corner, kind of? )

And awhh again...

btw: unpredictablebijou take a sweet breath4me

 

[wildsweetone]

Running to glory, is that it? She asked herself. The Cold yellow light from the waving lamp overhead flickered its cold message under the wind driven rain ' alone, you are alone'. There was very few cars passing now, and the buss she was waiting for already an hour late.

Or is it running away I'm doing? She found that she had to sit down at the bench to rest. She knew she needed to move to keep her warmth, but she was so tired. If only her parents had been here, but they had been gone since so long ago that she hardly remembered them anymore. Without noticing it she was slowly starting to fall asleep. Her thoughts melting into dreams.

(not taking it a step further)
yellow light
lamp overhead; waving
in the wind


(possibly taking it a step further)
dandelion seedlings
floating fairies; create
a new path







(a)is this Haibun?
(b)yellow doesn't often equate to cold

 

[Eluard]

(not taking it a step further)
yellow light
lamp overhead; waving
in the wind


(possibly taking it a step further)
dandelion seedlings
floating fairies; create
a new path

nice to see you back, old friend!

 

[Yoron]

When she woke up she found herself beyond freezing. The only thing sounding was the low hum from the old power lines going to the street lamps, crackling as the icily cold raindrops hit them. She didn't know how long she had been dreaming here but she knew one thing. There would be no bus for her, ever.

She tried to raise herself from the self induced stupor the night had brought her into. As she finally succeeded she started to shiver uncontrollably. 'Oh my God,' she mumbled to herself as she tried to stop shaking, 'what am I doing'. As she looked around she could see the empty downtrodden neighborhood. Dark empty blocks of warehouses stretching indefinitely, as far as her eyes could see. She started to walk away from the bus stop while rubbing her arms, trying to get some feeling back to her numb hands.


It was then she heard the car, breaking hard behind her, she twisted nervously around to see. The lights had gone out where she was now so she could only see the headlights with that dark mass trailing behind it. 'Miss' she heard a voice 'are you ok'. She tried to smile. 'Just tired' she answered. 'I'm going home now,' hoping that whoever it was would leave her to her self.

'Look Miss,' and now she heard the sound of a door opening.' You are practically walking in the middle of the street here, are you trying to get yourself killed?' She felt someone roughly take hold of her arm. 'Jesus, you are cold, come on, let's get you to my car. I will drive you home, you don't have to worry about a thing Miss, what the he* have happened to you anyway?'. She felt someone steady her as she was lead to the other side of the car and helped in.

The car was warm and comfortable and she felt herself slowly relaxing. 'Look, I'm sorry' she said turning to look at the man who now sat at her side. He was somewhere in his forties she though, and he had a friendly even if somewhat irritated expression on his face. 'I was going on the Greyhound but it never came and I think I fell asleep and...' He shook his head studying her closely. 'Look little miss, do you know how near it was that i drove you over? It was just stupid luck that i saw you with all this rain.' He turned to the backseat and lifted up an old army coat.

'Here' he said 'you're freezing, put it on.' He started the car and moved it out in the fast lane. 'So where was you going then? I thought you said you were going home?' She looked at him fearfully, should she lie? But lies had never helped her none before she thought, in the end she decided on telling him the true even though slightly edited story instead. ' I'm going too see my relatives.'

And it could almost be true, she thought, she had been thinking of searching for them, she still had her parents names and addresses. He gave her another penetrating stare as he maneuvered the car up on the motorway. 'I'm leaving for Nova Scotia myself' he said. 'I've found a engineering job there, and I always wanted to see Canada.' She looked at him surprised. 'Canada!' she said 'Are you going to drive all the way to there?'.



'Yeah' he said. 'I've quit my job and i have three weeks free before my new work starts, so yeah, i decided that I needed some adventure, before its to late'. And now he smiled at her, somewhat shyly as if he knew that he was doing something slightly 'naughty'. 'But hey, what about you then? Walking, that's not normal either girl' and here she too had to smile a little. 'So tell me little Missy, where am I supposed to let you off?'



All she ever owned was in her shoulder bag. If she only could go with him to Canada, somewhere new, she knew she could get a job there too, work had never scared her. But now she needed so terribly to sleep, the warmth had started to sweep her into its comforting balm and she felt so tired. He looked at her again, a good looking little lass, even if a little thin and sad, he thought to himself. To young for me though, but she surely will make someone very happy one fine day. 'What's your name girl? Miss? Are you awake?' he shook her by her shoulder carefully. 'Missy. Halooo..' But by now she was already gone into her own world, and his voice came as from far away. 'Linea.' she said. 'My name and.. I'm going to Canada too' she mumbled as she felt herself sink deeper into sleep. 'Please, just let me sleep a little'.

He was surprised over how fast she had fallen asleep. She was definitely to young to travel like that he thought. With only a shoulder bag, waiting alone in the night. Normally he would never had done what he did now, but he had to know. He turned of the motorway into a rest stop. Once there he carefully leaned over to take her bag, seeing how she almost fell of the seat he decided to fell the back down, so she could rest somewhat more easily.

He opened it as quietly as he could and checked it out. It contained mostly clothes and a cheap sleeping bag which didn't help him much. then he hit pay dirt in form of a little pocket containing a locked diary. Half an hour later he just sat there. helplessly staring at her, his hands knotted in rage. Life could suck, that he knew, but this girl, she didn't have anything more than her dignity, and yet people had tried to take even that from her. He could go to the authorities he thought to himself, showing them the diary should let her free from her newest foster parents, but what then? Another shitty place for her.

Even though he knew that there was a lot of caring family's out there, did he dare to take that chance. 'Sh**' he whispered to him self, he looked at her again as she lay there sleeping. He knew that he didn't need any passport crossing the border but it would still be taking a risk, and that ID she had definitely looked faked to him. He decided to hold his decision until the next day. He tried to put her stuff back in as he had found it, and then moved her bag to the backseat. He started driving again, and kept on until early dawn where he drove of the motorway to search for a open restaurant. When he at last found one he parked at the corner, and then proceeded with gently trying to shake Linea awake.




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To long?
Probably ))




Let me first say that I'm happily impressed with the quality of your Haiku's.
Both champagne1982 and yourself, It's lovely..
(whatever happened to darkmaas? )

It's a pleasure reading them and I hope to read more of you.
Please jump in, all of you.
I'm not here to tell anyone what should 'be'.
take the story away please( )
like give it wings.

As for the rest of your questions.

A. If so, only in a very generalized way.
B. Perfectly correct, my bike (RF900) is yellow and it's definitely not cold.

And yeah, a new path would be nice, wouldn't it.
like steppingstones perhaps?

As for writing Prose unpredictablebijou, please surprise me.
(So much more fun)

I do hope I'm not coming through as being conceited here.
I'm not, I always write like this I'm afraid.

 

[wildsweetone]

.

When she woke up she found herself beyond freezing. The only thing sounding was the low hum and crackle from the power lines going to the street lamps, as the ice cold raindrops hit them. She didn't knew how long she had been dreaming here but she knew one thing. There would be no bus for her, not now.

She tried to raise herself from the self induced stupor the night had brought her into. As she finally succeeded she started to shiver uncontrollably. 'Oh my God,' she mumbled to herself as she tried to stop shaking, 'what am I doing'. As she looked around she could see the empty downtrodden neighborhood. Dark empty blocks of warehouses stretching indefinitely, as far as her eyes could see. She started to walk away from the bus stop while rubbing her arms, trying to get some feeling back to her numb hands.

It was then she heard the car, breaking hard behind her, she twisted nervously around to see. The lights had gone out where she was now so she could only see the headlights with that dark mass trailing behind it. 'Miss' she heard a voice 'are you ok'. She tried to smile. 'Just tired' she answered. 'I'm going home now,' hoping that whoever it was would leave her to her self.

'Look Miss,' and now she heard the sound of a door opening.' You are practically walking in the middle of the street here, are you trying to get yourself killed?' She felt someone roughly take hold of her arm. 'Jesus, you are cold, come on, let's get you to my car. I will drive you home, you don't have to worry about a thing Miss, what the he* have happened to you anyway?'. She felt someone steady her as she was lead to the other side of the car and helped in.

The car was warm and comfortable and she felt herself slowly relaxing. 'Look, I'm sorry' she said turning to look at the man who now sat at her side. He was somewhere in his forties she though, and he had a friendly even if somewhat irritated expression on his face. 'I was going on the Greyhound but it never came and I think I fell asleep and...' He shook his head studying her closely. 'Look little miss, do you know how near it was that i drove you over? It was just stupid luck that i saw you with all this rain.' He turned to the backseat and lifted up an old army coat.

'Here' he said 'you're freezing, put it on.' He started the car and moved it out in the fast lane. 'So where was you going then? I thought you said you were going home?' She looked at him fearfully, should she lie? But lies had never helped her none before she thought, in the end she decided on telling him the true even though slightly edited story instead. ' I'm going too see my relatives.'

And it could almost be true, she thought, she had been thinking of searching for them, she still had her parents names and addresses. He gave her another penetrating stare as he maneuvered the car up on the motorway. 'I'm leaving for Nova Scotia myself' he said. 'I've found a engineering job there, and I always wanted to see Canada.' She looked at him surprised. 'Canada!' she said 'Are you going to drive all the way to there?'.

'Yes' was his simple answer. 'I've quit my job and i have three weeks free before my new work starts, so yeah, i decided that I needed some adventure, before its to late'. And now he smiled at her, somewhat shyly as if he knew that he was doing something slightly 'naughty'. 'But hey, what about you then? Walking, that's not normal either girl' and here she too had to smile a little. 'So tell me little Missy, where to let you off?'

All she ever owned was in her shoulder bag. If she only could go with him to Canada, somewhere new, she knew she could get a job there too, work had never scared her. But now she needed so terribly to sleep, the warmth had started to sweep her into its comforting balm and she felt so tired. He looked at her again, a good looking little lass, even if a little thin and sad, he thought to himself. To young for me though, but she surely will make someone very happy one fine day. 'What's your name girl? Miss? Are you awake?' he shook her by her shoulder carefully. 'Missy. Halooo..' But by now she was already gone into her own world, and his voice came as from far away. 'Linea.' she said. 'My name and.. I'm going to Canada too' she mumbled as she felt herself sink deeper into sleep. 'Please, just let me sleep a little'.

He was surprised over how fast she had fallen asleep. She was definitely to young to travel like that he thought. With only a shoulder bag, waiting alone in the night. Normally he would never had done what he did now, but he had to know. He turned of the motorway into a rest stop. Once there he carefully leaned over to take her bag, seeing how she almost fell of the seat he decided to fell the back down, so she could rest somewhat more easily.

He opened it as quietly as he could and checked it out. It contained mostly clothes and a cheap sleeping bag which didn't help him much. then he hit pay dirt in form of a little pocket containing a locked diary. Half an hour later he just sat there. helplessly staring at her, his hands knotted in rage. Life could suck, that he knew, but this girl, she didn't have anything more than her dignity, and yet people had tried to take even that from her. He could go to the authorities he thought to himself, showing them the diary should let her free from her newest foster parents, but what then? Another shitty place for her.

Even though he knew that there was a lot of caring family's out there, did he dare to take that chance. 'Sh**' he whispered to him self, he looked at her again as she lay there sleeping. He knew that he didn't need any passport crossing the border but it would still be taking a risk, and that ID she had definitely looked faked to him. He decided to put up his decision until the next day. He tried to put her stuff back in as he had found it, and then put her bag in the backseat. He started driving again, and kept on until early dawn where he drove of the motorway to search for a open restaurant. When he at last found one he parked at the corner, and then proceeded with gently trying to shake Linea awake.
...

whoa... trying to pin down something concrete...

dark tree limbs,
stars unswitched -
dawn drawn promise

~~~

dark tree limbs,
stars unswitched:
yellow edged dawn

~~~

locked diary
written pages torn -
only half used

~~~

cold, hungry waif,
tucked under one arm - mapping
tomorrow's path

 

[wildsweetone]

nice to see you back, old friend!

thank you. it's good to see you too neighbour.

 

[champagne1982]

I'm so glad you're finding a bit of time to make poetry happen WSO. Nice to see you!

 

[wildsweetone]

I'm so glad you're finding a bit of time to make poetry happen WSO. Nice to see you!

thank you sweet heart. i'm not sure i remember how to write poetry but a gal's just gotta do what a gal hasta do. (i got told today that it's like riding a bike. look out skinned knees here i come ).

nice to see you too. hope all is well in your world.

 

[Yoron]

Just a thought, if you find it to much, preferably as in to long please say so.
Aalso if you see a direction i miss.
And yeah, wild sweet one, you do have a unique touch.

So here is some more to despise, awh sorry, devour i meant ()yes I'm joking.
It's not very original I admit.

Also you're all free to take this where ever you want.
Like you could use a haiku to point the way if you like.
(Or give it a more 'prosaic' spin)


I will try not to write this much further on.
Somehow i wanted this wagon 'on the road' so to speak.
Or maybe I just saw it?


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She woke up scared, not knowing where she was, finding a stranger bent over her.'It's ok Linea, I gave you a lift yesterday, remember? I was just going to ask you if you would join me for some breakfast?' Linea who now knew who he was tried to get up, the seat was so leaned back that he had to give her a hand before she could get out of the car.

She followed him into the restaurant and then directly excused herself. She desperately needed the ladies room now. Carl smiled as he saw her rush of, then as the guy at the counter asked what they would like he ordered them both blue berry pancakes and sandwiches, coffee for him and tea for her.

She came back looking almost awake now, he watched her smiling as she saw the food. Then, almost immediately, she looked depressed again. He knew from reading her diary that she was very low on cash so he tried his nicest smile on her and said. 'Linea, it has been a pleasure meeting you, without you at my side I wouldn't have come so far so fast, would you mind very much if I was picking up the tab here?' She looked at him surprised and then she smiled back. 'Thanks' she said hesitantly 'but shouldn't I be the one to pay for us? As you're the one who have given me a ride to… Where are we, by the way??'

Carl looked around and said ' I'm not really sure myself, I just went of the highway to get us some food.' He then said as he made a sweeping gesture over the table with his hands 'I hope this is to my lady's satisfaction? And no Linea, I insist, it's my treat' And as he watched her he became sure that it was to her satisfaction. She ate like she hadn't seen food in days, it made him smile to see how pleased she looked with herself as she took the last bite of the ham sandwich. Then he could see her starting to worry again, she had very expressive eyes he thought, it was almost as they shifted color with her moods, now they looked a very dark grey as she stared at him.

'Are you going to drop me here?' she asked. 'Is it because of me we stopped?' He studied her thoughtfully for a moment and then nodded. 'In a way it is Linea.' She started to raise herself from her chair feeling tired and sad again. 'No Linea.' He said, sounding forceful. 'Sit down girl, we need to talk. I'm not going to leave you anywhere. At least not until you're ready.' She slowly sat down again looking at him. ' You said yesterday that you too were going to Canada? Is that where your relatives live?'

She thought, I won't lie to him, and answered. 'No, but there might be work for me too there. I need money to search for them.' With that she started to tell the true story of what she hoped to do. She avoided talking about her foster family though, hoping that he would believe her to have lived alone. As Carl listened he got more and more impressed with her maturity, She might not look it but there was a good brain ticking behind her timid exterior, God damn it he thought, I will take her with me, but how? Then it hit him.

'Linea.' He said, looking at her most solemnly. 'You need money right? And I have a problem, a big one Linea. In fact I've been thinking of this ever since yesterday' With that he continued to explain that even though he had already found himself a nice house there, the agency he had worked with unfortunately hadn't been able to find any housekeeper to help him out. And the best thing was that it was true. Well, mostly true, not that he couldn't make it without, but he had been looking for a housekeeper for a while there, part-time but still.

'It seems like people already have jobs there.' He told her smiling. 'Would you consider being my housekeeper? It would only be temporarily of course.' He said hastily as she started to answer. 'I don't know' she answered 'What would it mean? I can cook and clean but is that all? I don't really know you, do I.' And there she seemed to study him most intensely.

Carl who now was even more impressed with her blushed, sh* I haven't felt this small since I was ten, he thought to himself. 'Look Linea.' He bumbled on. 'This is strange for both you and me I know, but it would solve a problem for me, and perhaps for you too? Also Linea, if I was that kind of lowlife, don't you think I already would have tried something?'

Linea thought it over, she stared at him making Carl feel as if it was a eternity. At last she nodded 'What would you pay me?' Now it was Carl's turn to think things over, he answered. 'We will have to check salaries when we arrive, I don't really know. But it will be fair, I promise.' Now Linea looked more satisfied with her situation and Carl felt happy with his decision too. 'In fact I would like to hire you as from today if that is ok with you?' He said surprising himself. She smiled 'Ok, what do you want me to do?'

He thought furiously for a moment and then said 'Well, you will need some ahh, working clothes I suppose, and other things too, and it is cheaper here than in Canada you know. In fact I think you should have an advance so you can get prepared.' As they were finished, he asked for the nearest mall and there they went. He knew from what he had seen in her shoulder bag that she did need some things but even so he got surprised over all the things she bought.

Most of it was things for the house though, and boy was he ever lucky. Soap, detergents and a whole load of other strange stuff that he probably needed, but never would have thought of buying himself, well not before he found it missing that is. In the end she seemed satisfied and they went back to the car with their buys. Thank God I bought a station wagon he thought as he tried to fit in all the new stuff with the old.

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You know sweet stuff, I've always had a thing for ladies named Dawn, Hope and such.
(well, not Such, more as in such, if you get my drift?)
It's extremly cool names to me.
And as you just introduced Dawn we should find a place for her, right ))

 

[wildsweetone]

i tried to pm you but you don't seem to have that ability open, so i'll ask you here...

why are you wanting to mix poetry with your prose? what sparked the idea for you? are you going to take this anywhere in particular once it's finished? just curious.


(it reminds me a little of the Desperate Housewives soap... a whole program of things happening (story) and then the question/round up at the end of the program (ku). )

 

[Yoron]

It was me checking out this site. I'm what they call an 'avid reader'. and I do read a lot ))
I found this/your section more to my liking than some of the 'works' i found otherwise.

Now I'm not crazy about poetry but i have a soft spot for haiku, the poor poet's blues, kind off
*and I enjoyed* and enjoyed and then i wrote...that...

I missed that 'housewives party' thingie I'm afraid but give me a pointer so I can check it out
And yeah , i find the blend so cool, maybe we can post it as ?
I don't know. Or just let it grow.
It's poetic Manga or maybe (ahh that other name, naughty kind of) well whatever...
As i said I'm easily bored but not yet, here ()

Cheers
Yoron.

Btw: PM thing? Is that like a virus?
What does it do?

Invades my computer with little green ...

-'Yo. Surrender or die, we have taken over your computer'
'You are now a slave to my hard drive'

But ok, i'll turn it on. Hopefully it will have the grace to do the same for me


( Hmm I always thought of myself as being a straight guy, but reading this casts some doubts on my character I must admit... )

 

[lorencino]

What?

If we can back up a little here:

"When she woke up she found herself beyond freezing. The only thing sounding was the low hum and crackle . . . "

Am I missing something here? These words need some oil if I'm to glide along with them any further.

Dragging my splintering soul on a little further:
"She tried to raise herself from the self induced stupor the night had brought her into." Editing should repair this fractured structure and perhaps also sort out whether it's night induced or not that had brought her onto into.

I suggest that even when it is these spontaneous provocations that get others to join in the writing, there is no harm in polishing each of your contributions before you submit. That way we can concentrate on the actual story without being distracted by the screeching of words skidding across roughened nerves.

 

[Yoron]

awhh now you gotten me feeling inadequate again.
sh*, And there I was happy as a puppy with his first bone(r)

Oh Ye of little faith.

Know that this is a literary experience, as such it should be experienced first.
Criticized after. And I do mean an awfully long time after..

But as someone said, pointing to the ass, there are two sides to everything :)
I guess that it could been written differently though
Wanna give it a try?

 

[lorencino]

awhh now you gotten me feeling inadequate again.
sh*, And there I was happy as a puppy with his first bone(r)

Feeling inadequate is the only path out of mediocrity. I have noticed that I'm quite good only at those things I feel inferior about. Flattery may feel fleetingly good but it will never make you a better writer.

Wanna give it a try?

She was awakened by her shivering. The only sound in the early morning stillness was the light crackle of raindrops splattering on the hot power lines that dipped between the street lamps. [though, for the life of me, I can't image what deficient engineering is responsible for these wires becoming overheated.]

[Maybe this is a good place to throw in a haiku-like thingy]

Hope for a bus fades
life-emptied slum-features watch
dark gray cold clouds life

[why I edit you / why I not pick juice apple / munch more nice thing do]

 

[wildsweetone]

...

She woke up scared, not knowing where she was, finding a stranger bent over her.'It's ok Linea, I gave you a lift yesterday, remember? I was just going to ask you if you would join me for some breakfast?' Linea who now knew who he was tried to get up, the seat was so leaned back that he had to give her a hand before she could get out of the car.

She followed him into the restaurant and then directly excused herself. She desperately needed the ladies room now. Carl smiled as he saw her rush of, then as the guy at the counter asked what they would like he ordered them both blue berry pancakes and sandwiches, coffee for him and tea for her.

She came back looking almost awake now, he watched her smiling as she saw the food. Then, almost immediately, she looked depressed again. He knew from reading her diary that she was very low on cash so he tried his nicest smile on her and said. 'Linea, it has been a pleasure meeting you, without you at my side I wouldn't have come so far so fast, would you mind very much if I was picking up the tab here?' She looked at him surprised and then she smiled back. 'Thanks' she said hesitantly 'but shouldn't I be the one to pay for us? As you're the one who have given me a ride to… Where are we, by the way??'

Carl looked around and said ' I'm not really sure myself, I just went of the highway to get us some food.' He then said as he made a sweeping gesture over the table with his hands 'I hope this is to my lady's satisfaction? And no Linea, I insist, it's my treat' And as he watched her he became sure that it was to her satisfaction. She ate like she hadn't seen food in days, it made him smile to see how pleased she looked with herself as she took the last bite of the ham sandwich. Then he could see her starting to worry again, she had very expressive eyes he thought, it was almost as they shifted color with her moods, now they looked a very dark grey as she stared at him.

'Are you going to drop me here?' she asked. 'Is it because of me we stopped?' He studied her thoughtfully for a moment and then nodded. 'In a way it is Linea.' She started to raise herself from her chair feeling tired and sad again. 'No Linea.' He said, sounding forceful. 'Sit down girl, we need to talk. I'm not going to leave you anywhere. At least not until you're ready.' She slowly sat down again looking at him. ' You said yesterday that you too were going to Canada? Is that where your relatives live?'

She thought, I won't lie to him, and answered. 'No, but there might be work for me too there. I need money to search for them.' With that she started to tell the true story of what she hoped to do. She avoided talking about her foster family though, hoping that he would believe her to have lived alone. As Carl listened he got more and more impressed with her maturity, She might not look it but there was a good brain ticking behind her timid exterior, God damn it he thought, I will take her with me, but how? Then it hit him.

'Linea.' He said, looking at her most solemnly. 'You need money right? And I have a problem, a big one Linea. In fact I've been thinking of this ever since yesterday' With that he continued to explain that even though he had already found himself a nice house there, the agency he had worked with unfortunately hadn't been able to find any housekeeper to help him out. And the best thing was that it was true. Well, mostly true, not that he couldn't make it without, but he had been looking for a housekeeper for a while there, part-time but still.

'It seems like people already have jobs there.' He told her smiling. 'Would you consider being my housekeeper? It would only be temporarily of course.' He said hastily as she started to answer. 'I don't know' she answered 'What would it mean? I can cook and clean but is that all? I don't really know you, do I.' And there she seemed to study him most intensely.

Carl who now was even more impressed with her blushed, sh* I haven't felt this small since I was ten, he thought to himself. 'Look Linea.' He bumbled on. 'This is strange for both you and me I know, but it would solve a problem for me, and perhaps for you too? Also Linea, if I was that kind of lowlife, don't you think I already would have tried something?'

Linea thought it over, she stared at him making Carl feel as if it was a eternity. At last she nodded 'What would you pay me?' Now it was Carl's turn to think things over, he answered. 'We will have to check salaries when we arrive, I don't really know. But it will be fair, I promise.' Now Linea looked more satisfied with her situation and Carl felt happy with his decision too. 'In fact I would like to hire you as from today if that is ok with you?' He said surprising himself. She smiled 'Ok, what do you want me to do?'

He thought furiously for a moment and then said 'Well, you will need some ahh, working clothes I suppose, and other things too, and it is cheaper here than in Canada you know. In fact I think you should have an advance so you can get prepared.' As they were finished, he asked for the nearest mall and there they went. He knew from what he had seen in her shoulder bag that she did need some things but even so he got surprised over all the things she bought.

Most of it was things for the house though, and boy was he ever lucky. Soap, detergents and a whole load of other strange stuff that he probably needed, but never would have thought of buying himself, well not before he found it missing that is. In the end she seemed satisfied and they went back to the car with their buys. Thank God I bought a station wagon he thought as he tried to fit in all the new stuff with the old.
...

station wagon,
carrying yesterday and today:
driving to dawn

~~~

warm body,
full tummy,
thornless roses
on the nightstand?

~~~

 

[Yoron]

lorencino, you might be right in not throwing in 'untested' metaphor's.
But in my defense i would like to point out that there can be a 'hum' to a power line.
Especially when raining.

About that 'cracle' ))
Well Sir, you got me there...
What does one call it?
Taking literary 'liberties' perhaps

But as the thing is, and as you so exquisitely noticed.
I was spinning for an 'tense' emotion, not a exact replica of a 'live situation'.
So that's it...

If I had planed it as a book I would go over it after a while, and then some more i guess.
For myself I enjoy this experience more than just a 'mere' book. ))
And your Haiku is nice and clean. Hope you will participate some more.

------------------------
Now what could she possibly mean by

" thornless roses
on the nightstand? "

That there is some strife missing to the narration?
Not enough blood, huh...

Well, let me tell you little lady.
There will be sweat blood and ...

Awhh, wait a minute here.
Should i read it as 'safety' wildsweetone?

But hey, nowhere is one 'safe'.
Life has its own ways of showing you that.
It's a rollercoaster and the end station?'

So, Now I gotta think ??
Sh*, that hurts.
))

 

[lorencino]

And your Haiku is nice and clean.

Which one? (AND) Are you sure that they are really Haiku's?