The Thread Formerly Known as the 6T Thread

[HarryHill]

Mrtenant, thank you for sharing the lovely tribute to your friend. I'm sorry for your loss but glad you're here writing.

... and us reading.
(quietly)

 

[cascadiabound]

In The Evening

When the day is through
A step past the turnstile
Into the evening sun
One step closer
Toward oblivion

Their cries are fading
The music of Earth
A distant echo
Of celestial song
Destiny of the dying

I felt you leave
This earthbound plane
Long before
The plug was pulled
And the physicians cursed

Your fall was inevitable
Illusions of honor and glory
Now fading away
As your decay is revealed
In the dismal twilight

How you crashed and burned
So spectacularly
In that fall
And all I can remember
Is what I loved about you

Your relentless humor
Kindness to all
Love and gift of music
Healing hands
That creative spark

How I will miss our friendship
The mischief
Ice cold beers
Appreciation of female beauty
And hope for our children

You my excellent friend
Are one of a kind
How I wish
I could have stopped that fall
That took your life

When the sun sinks
On a Summers day
In early June
I know where you've gone
Where the music still plays

Love you darling. Holding you in your grief

 

[Lyricalli]

In The Evening

I know where you've gone
Where the music still plays

Condolences on your loss. Those endings always come much to soon. Your ending to this is what really hit home for me. Thank you for sharing this.

 

[Mrtenant]

Mrtenant, thank you for sharing the lovely tribute to your friend. I'm sorry for your loss but glad you're here writing.

... and us reading.
(quietly)

Love you darling. Holding you in your grief

Condolences on your loss. Those endings always come much to soon. Your ending to this is what really hit home for me. Thank you for sharing this.

Please have my sympathy as well - it is a very well written farewell.

The pair is among the most moving tributes I've come across.

Thank you all for your kind words. It is most unexpected, but appreciated. I only wish it was a better piece.

I hope you all have an excellent day.

MrT

 

[29wordsforsnow]

Please have my sympathy as well - it is a very well written farewell.

 

[Piscator]

Thank you all for your kind words. It is most unexpected, but appreciated. I only wish it was a better piece.
MrT

The pair is among the most moving tributes I've come across.

 

[Mrtenant]

Lung Kwu Tan by Sunset

A breathtaking view of the sea and sky

Evening colors in hues of blue and gold

Stir my soul with peaceful delight

My day has come to a close

The ocean’s bounty at my feet

On the black sand of Lung Kwu Tan

Even as work continues on and on

For though I may rest this evening

The engines of industry never tire

Sailing past the Sha Chau Islets

And the Pearl River that feeds us all

For distant lands beyond the horizon

Or returning here, our home

The seas of the white dolphin.

 

[Mrtenant]

Red Tail Hawk

Piercing the skies
Floating on zephyrs

Blue skies and gray
High heat and dread cold

Hunting, ever hunting
Hear my call

Talons to rip and tear
Fiercely victorious

Exultant to no one
Oh where have they gone?

Still I fly and hunt
Still cry out in victory

One day, perhaps
In the high heat or dread cold

They will hear my call
And share my victory

 

[Mrtenant]

The Storm

With a steady rise and fall
The old sailor grips the polished wood
And steers his faithful ship
Across the fierce leaden sky
Split by peals of thunder
Gashed by rivers of lightning

The ferocious storm grips his heart
The tossing ship seems fair to unseat him
Where he'd lie wailing in terror
Certain of his own pending doom
Only to find the kind eyes of his nurse
Who holds him steady in the storm of memory

 

[Mrtenant]

How did I know what to create
A penstroke, a brushstroke
A supple twist of the wrist
Until the creation finds life
All on its own
Creates itself
Through me
Inventified

 

[Mrtenant]

Unto Darkness

Her footfalls were whispers
Across the smooth oaken floor
Soft candlelight gleaming
From the melted sallow taper

Following him into the night
Consumed by her soulful hunger
Aching intensely for that release
Even as she adores her bondage

Peering over his shoulder
With a suspicious glare
Thick full lips worked into a snarl
Daring her to travel his dark road

His bruising kisses
Scratching beard
Hands in her hair
Gripping her tight

Crushing her to him
Helpless in her desire
Falling ever falling
Deeper under his spell

Wearing his mark
A creature of the night
Laughing lustily
As she is taken

 

[Mrtenant]

Monument

Standing before that ancient oak
Tracing fingertips along its wound
Turned gray with age and weather
Carved letters telling the tale

JS + CS enclosed by a heart
Who they were I can only guess
What were their names
How long ago were they here

Did they hike these trails often
In the coolness of Spring or Fall
Holding hands, talking, laughing
Sharing warm hugs and tender kisses

Did they gaze at the stars
And wonder at the eternity of love
Did they share a Summer swim
At the nearby crystal clear lake

Take long roadtrips together
To some far point on the map
Long walks on the beach
Hot sand between their toes

Did they share holidays together
Singing songs and drinking cocoa
Delight in myriad Christmas lights
Family gatherings and too much food

I imagine their poetry written
Long and thoughtfully
Shared with nervousness
Creating dreams together

How they must have danced
Long and slow, tender and close
Or with a sexy energy
To some fast latin beat

Did they get married, have children
Grow old together, deepen their love
Or did they separate
Their love but a whimsy of youth

Whatever their tale
This tree and its carving
Remain a monument to their love
And now also in this poem

 

[Mrtenant]

Studio

The studio chatter dies
As the subject steps forward
Surrounding lights dim
Focus is now on him
His piercing blue eyes
Gleam amidst long lashes
Chiseled jawline and clear skin
Perfect teeth and strong lips
Whose kisses she longs for
Oh-that just slipped out
Tall of stature and so young
Sweeping broad shoulders
Those heroic arms and hands
Those strong hands in her hair
Shaking her head of the image
Deep chest tapering down down
Into his flat tight abdomen
Ridged and contoured
Just like in her dreams
Her hands gliding across
Sliding down to his hips
Startled back to class
Goosebumps rise
Her sex flashes to life
A brushstroke then two
He is exquisite
His cock, soft, thick, perfect
Licking her lips, tasting
Framed by muscular thighs
Matching long calves
And clean feet- she would kiss
Her brushstrokes quicken
As her sex throbs and throbs
The things she would do
And let him do to her
He turns and his back
Muscular and broad
With a lite gleam of sweat
Curving down to meet
His perfect muscular buttocks
To grip him there as he thrusts..
No! The class-it is the final!
A quick glance around
The other women squirm and sigh
Shaking her head at such a test

 

[Mrtenant]

Winter's Night

Respite on the back patio
The breeze wafts through
Branches of trees clatter
Against the border fence
A faraway owl hoots
The dark of night deepens
Moonless, filled with stars
Glowing embers brighten
With a draw on the cigar
Rich tobacco smoke rings
Float, expand, and disappear
Sip of iced scotch whiskey
Warming my bones
In the cool Winter's night
Cigar tip glows and smokes
Amber liquid heat swirls
It is enough

 

[Mrtenant]

Endless Night

Standing on the fromt doorstep
Looking into the night sky
Bazillion stars all around
Quiet, eerie, way way late
Just like in years gone past
Working third shift
How many nights
Just like this one
Years of it
Every night
Three in the morning
Feeling the world catch its breath
Ready for the next thing
Nothing else feels like the night
Against the open sky
Its always the same night
Mysterious wondrous
Anything could happen
It's when the freaks come out
Or so I've been told
Showing themselves on the cameras
That are everywhere
Drawing on my smoke
Still tasting the night
Endless night
There he is again
Walking past
Tall, hunched over
Never looking back
Or saying anything
Vanishes into the night
Endless darkness and stars
One colossal night
Finishing my smoke
Havent worked a night shift
In decades
It's still the same night
Where did he come from?
At three in the morning
There is no escaping it
I'm caught
How I love the depth of night
Inexplicable

 

[Mrtenant]

The band plays a winsome tune
And we dance slowly across the floor
My hand on her waist, drawing her close
Her hand upon my shoulder
Eyes gleaming liquid and so very clear
Gazing upon me with christmas cheer
The ballroom twinkling with holiday lights
Her designer satin royal blue gown
Split daringly high upon her hip
Swishes across the floor
Keeping time with me as I lead
Her perfume fills my senses
Leaning in, her plump glossy lips
Softly pressed against mine
I can taste her forever
Her perfectly coiffed hair
Rests against my chest
And the music keeps playing

 

[Mrtenant]

(9-12/06/21)

It is time, finally
After all the teases
All the edging
The flashing
And modelling
Sharing on video
On the phone
The postal service
Stories, fantasies
Humiliation
Submission
Domination
Instruction
Demands
The sneaking
Hiding, coverups
Tapping her lust
Tapping my own
And here she is
Lifting her dress
Pushing her forward
Face down on the bed
Nudging her legs wide
Her naked ass gleams
In the dim lighting
Her scent filling the air
Kisses still in my lips
Hot hands on her skin
Belt buckle jangles open

 

[cascadiabound]

(9-12/06/21)

It is time, finally
After all the teases
All the edging
The flashing
And modelling
Sharing on video
On the phone
The postal service
Stories, fantasies
Humiliation
Submission
Domination
Instruction
Demands
The sneaking
Hiding, coverups
Tapping her lust
Tapping my own
And here she is
Lifting her dress
Pushing her forward
Face down on the bed
Nudging her legs wide
Her naked ass gleams
In the dim lighting
Her scent filling the air
Kisses still in my lips
Hot hands on her skin
Belt buckle jangles open

 

[cascadiabound]

lights on the tree warm the room
snuggling with you on the couch
these long nights lend themselves to sweetness
the fog glows under the street light
twinkling lights festoon the houses down the block
red, purple, yellow, green,white, blue, pink
nothing under my satin chemise
soft kisses become urgent as you pull me over your lap
you love seeing me illuminated by the lights
caresses turn to squeezes and rubs making me squirm
swats become spanks as you gift me with pain
smooth white skin turns pink and then red
marked by your loving hand, under your control
tell me the ways you will mark me
these reach into my soul
my submission complete
eager for your will

 

[HarryHill]

..
She's back!
...

 

[cascadiabound]

creating landscape

..
She's back!
...

yes. I am.


sifting through piles of fabric
this green... no this one has more texture
this watery blue.... too many bubbles and not blue enough
oranges slipped into the cascadia scene
low sunlight glinting on the foot hills of Mt Shushkin
how to cut the lines to create a north cascades icon
more jagged and harsh than the snow cone tritop of Rainier
bright lights illuminate my work as I cut and pin
arranging bits til the lines please,
layers of textiles whose form and color guide my hand
each choice magnified by the tiny canvas
thread creates rough mountain creases
from the soft hand of quilters cotton
shall i guide my needle once again?
balancing each choice for effect
invisible hand stitches join
layer upon layer
a god like power
to create landscape
from whole cloth

 

[Mrtenant]

Runaway American Dream

They were the perfect couple
Women wanted to be her
They wanted her man
The men wanted to be him
They wanted his woman
They were great together

Fell in love in college
He was a football player
She was a track star
Married after graduation
Dashingly handsome
Beautiful as a Summer's day

He became a CEO
She became a homemaker
They had three amazing sons
They had a good name
They looked to be in love
An American dream

She took up marathon running
And he worked, a lot
She lost her infectious smile
He got large and obese
There were rumors
There's always rumors

She cut her shining gold hair
To something severe
Her lips thinned out
To a cruel smile
Her button nose became hawkish
Her muscles became severe

And he worked, a lot
Always gregarious
Always inspirational
He built a fine company
Provided a fine home
The envy of many

They became unrecognizable
To each other
To everyone else
Who were these people
And separated
Angrily

He supported the boys
He supported her
And her boyfriend
Older than her ex
He disappeared in work
She was unapproachable

And here we all are
Wondering
Thought we were friends
Or becoming so
Wondering what the hell
Happened

 

[Mrtenant]

Presents

What secrets will I find
When she disrobes before me
Clean long hair
How could I not
Run my hands through it
Her skin so smooth and clean
Sculpted tone muscles
Or classically voluptuous
Or somewhere in between
Her heady perfume
Found everywhere I kiss
Pleasantly ripe breasts
Eager for attention
Sporting nipple rings
Or fitted with clasps
Tasteful tattoo in between
Her delicious curves
Those hips!
Blow me away
Well groomed pubis
Intended to be seen
With its shiny gold ring
Accenting her star performer
Her clit aching to be revealed
To be appreciated
Loved
Kissed
Licked
Fucked
Legs that could
Be carved of marble
Smooth, admirable
Shuddering with my caresses
But its her eyes
That captivate me the most
Bright
Eager
Twin nebulae
Galaxies of desire
So wildly wanton
Quivering in need
To open her present
Too

 

[cascadiabound]

3 12/8/21

Remembering...
I am water.
Tears well - often unbidden
Rain falls through this whole season
pavement shines wetly
dewdrops like jewels on every branch tip
as if the whole world is full of tears
flowing as they need,
until my grief is cleansed
each moment of loss marked
until I am able to lean into the water
floating in this sea of saltwater

I am air.
wind blows through my hair
filling my lungs with a deep long breath
feeling my anxiety ease
little by little as I hold - one - two - three
and releasing stress, fear, loss, guilt
weather system moves through
unsettled air shivers the trees
shaking lose the detritus of the year
catching my breath,
quietly observing each moment
and how I am changed

I am earth
my leaden feet walk the grounds
remembering each step
arm in arm with you
the wisdom of our ancestors
now buried and gone
dark ground mounded and damp
dozens of red roses a feast for the deer
turn around and listen to the earth
there is time for healing now
there is time to build again someday
and the earth turns
a new season is upon us
this is my dirt
the dirt of my people

 

[cascadiabound]

People are weird

People are weird she said
There is no such thing as normal
Just shades of strangeness
And versions of dysfunction

We all know this on our bones
Even as we pretend it is not so
The idiosyncrasies we clutch to
Or sometimes celebrate.

She said sometimes she is so annoying
That she annoys even herself.
He said sometimes, maybe often,
He is such a pain in the ass,
His own ass complains.
She said her compulsivity
Sometimes drives her around the bend
As she fusses over a detail that is best left alone

Collections of weirdness
Variations of disaster
Smacking my forehead in frustration
As my voice finds a kindness
A genuine smile of compassion

These strange people compose my day
Remember she said
People are weird
Meet them where they are.
Knowing they are doing
The best they can.