The Lovers’ Chronicle 1 August – naked – art by Isobel Lilian Gloag

Dear Zazie,  Here is Mac Tag‘s Lovers’ Chronicle to his muse.  Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge.  Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

note: today’s theme should be ‘’nekid’’ because that is the way i pronounce it

this one is for me, one of my favorite songs
by one of my singer/songwriter heroes 
i have heard this song live more times
than i can remember and have sung along
with the crowd in multiple old dance halls,
‘’Hill Country Rain’’ by Jerry Jeff Walker;
‘’Cause I got a feelin’
Somethin’ that I can’t explain
It’s like dancin’ naked
In that high Hill Country rain’’
‘’Takes you back to your days
when you lived there’’
yes, i was a regular at Gruene Hall
drinkin’ Shiner Bock and listenin’
to whoever was playin’ that night
there is a version of myself still there
‘’Well I’m glad this version of you is here’’
me too, and now i have a feelin’
somethin’ i can explain
like gittin’ nekid with you

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anything but, for most of my life; accused of bein’ a cold, closed, uptight sonuvabitch to which i would add, very, particularly emotionally; i kept my feelin’s close, lest anyone should get a glimpse inside, was not until i came here, that i started to look for them and let them loose to find their way to you

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not sure where to start

repressed for so long

tryin’ to find a way
to explain
what is not
and what is

knowin’
showin’
it matters

we have a chance

no need to hide
openin’ door,
widely swung
there can be no disguise

all foreknown,
self-revealed
nakedness
for you to find

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Pale Love, Pale Rider

life events have forged
resilience and perseverance

sweet anticipation
awaits in tomorrow

will the spark that exists
in verse and banter,
leap beyond the page

breathe easy
and trust your cape

shared vulnerabilities,
self-revealed nakedness,
await

for us to have and hold

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simple, palpable
dream certainty
wonder swells
such depth
silence
mirrors
reflected
untold truths

in a sigh,
unbounded,
flawed though i
to this rare height
girted by the horizons
of grief filled eyes comes
a coruscation that breeds
indifference for anything ordinary

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you set me free

not sure where to start
or if i should
not sure you have read this far

well i am still tryin’

tryin’ to find a way
to explain
what is not
and what is

if i had known
if i had shown
would it have mattered

had we but one last chance

secrets are there,
mostly
no need to hide
try to keep an open door,
widely swung
there can be no disguise

all foreknown,
self-revealed
nakedness
for you to find

***

Karen – Baby, what do you say, you and I living on a mountain somewhere, far away from it all, with only the basics, without LTE and with only 3G?

me – ha, our chariot awaits

K – I knew you’d get it 🙂

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you said my name
and set me free
you said my name
answerin’ my plea

not sure where to start
or if i should
not sure what is in my heart
or if i found
not sure you have read this far
well i am still tryin’

tryin’ to find a way
to say, to explain
what is not
and what is

missin’ you

if i had known
if i had shown
would it have mattered

missin’ you

had we but one last chance
had we but one last dance

missin’ you

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My cousin wrote the foundation of this one in prose. i adapted it in verse…

Watched The Sun Come up Today

as I have done Every day Since
that night all those years ago…
I usually write to you on the day it happened
but this year I went to the ranch with a friend
I am sure she thought I was crazy
I just stood there lookin’ off into The River
She asked, had I ever crossed it on horseback
My simple yes, but what I saw…
Roy B crossin’, yakkin’ with Kenny; Munzie
and Abel and the Mexican Crew spread out;
Floyd on his big appaloosa with his boys,
Ferris & Bronc; Tom and his kids; Bill with
Paul and Jan; Ben and Edward over at The Pens
settin’ up; A Sea Of Hereford Cattle, pourin’
out of The Canadian River; and of course
The Red Blazer with Bud in it
And You on Flora Grande sweepin’ in
with a missin’ group of cattle…

She said, “This is A Million Dollar View.”….
I simply said “No, It is priceless…..”

***

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For a minute there
Swear it was right there
Wish i will wish i…
It all crashes down

What body drags to its lingerin’ end
What mind draws it to this bone-covered ground
A star broods there on all that I have lost

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Today is the birthday of Isobel Lilian Gloag (London 1 August 1865 – 5 January 1917 London); painter, known for her oil and watercolour portraits, as well as posters and stained-glass designs.

Gloag was born the daughter of Scottish parents from Perthshire. Her early studies were made at St. John’s Wood Art School, and she later studied at the Slade School of Fine Art. Ill health compelled her to put aside plans for regular study, and she entered the studio of M.W. Ridley’s for private instruction, following this with work at the South Kensington Museum. After still further study with Raphaël Collin in Paris, she returned to London and soon had her work accepted at the Royal Academy of Arts, where she exhibited a total of 19 works. She was an elected member of the Royal Institute of Oil Painters and the New Society of Painters in Water-Colours. Her earlier works were inspired by the Pre-Raphaelites, while later works were more modern, and her works have been cited as examples of post-Victorian Aestheticism. She made several designs for the stained-glass artist Mary Lowndes. Her work was posthumously featured in an exhibition at the Grafton Galleries, London.

Gallery 

Mac Tag

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