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    Posted 5 years ago

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    Vintage brass eagle necklace I picked up for 1.99. Who could resist! Looks 1970's I believe. I might wear it! Thanks for looking!

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    1. kyratango kyratango, 5 years ago
      Double winged thunder bird? Cool!
    2. Jewels Jewels, 5 years ago
      Oh thank you, that makes it sound so great :)
    3. katherinescollections katherinescollections, 5 years ago
      Possibly PNW?
    4. Jewels Jewels, 5 years ago
      Pnw? Pacific Northwest?
    5. katherinescollections katherinescollections, 5 years ago
      Yes, the styling says that to me, but I am far from expert in these matters.
    6. katherinescollections katherinescollections, 5 years ago
      Oh really? I have virtual friends all over the place there, and I love the Oregonian's poetry editor. :) Whereabouts were you located?
    7. katherinescollections katherinescollections, 5 years ago
      Nuh - uh! Really? :)
    8. Jewels Jewels, 5 years ago
      Oh yeah! Huge! You?
    9. katherinescollections katherinescollections, 5 years ago
      Huge myself, lol. :) Read, or write it too?
    10. Jewels Jewels, 5 years ago
      Just read! You write poetry? Here is an interesting one:

      Snapping Beans by Lisa Parker

      I snapped beans into the silver bowl
      that sat on the splintering slats
      of the porchswing between my grandma and me.
      I was home for the weekend,
      from school, from the North,
      Grandma hummed “What A Friend We Have In Jesus”
      as the sun rose, pushing its pink spikes
      through the slant of cornstalks,
      through the fly-eyed mesh of the screen.
      We didn’t speak until the sun overcame
      the feathered tips of the cornfield
      and Grandma stopped humming. I could feel
      the soft gray of her stare
      against the side of my face
      when she asked, How’s school a-goin?
      I wanted to tell her about my classes,
      the revelations by book and lecture
      as real as any shout of faith,
      potent as a swig of strychnine.
      She reached the leather of her hand
      over the bowl and cupped
      my quivering chin;
      the slick smooth of her palm held my face
      the way she held cherry tomatoes under the spigot,
      careful not to drop them,
      and I wanted to tell her
      about the nights I cried into the familiar
      heartsick panels of the quilt she made me,
      wishing myself home on the evening star.
      I wanted to tell her
      the evening star was a planet,
      that my friends wore noserings and wrote poetry
      about sex, about alcoholism, about Buddha.
      I wanted to tell her
      how my stomach burned acidic holes
      at the thought of speaking in class,
      speaking in an accent, speaking out of turn,
      how I was tearing, splitting myself apart
      with the slow-simmering guilt of being happy
      despite it all.
      I said, School’s fine.
      We snapped beans into the silver bowl between us
      and when a hickory leaf, still summer green,
      skidded onto the porchfront,
      Grandma said,
      It’s funny how things blow loose like that.
    11. katherinescollections katherinescollections, 5 years ago
      Ooooooh, you are a reader. Yes, indeed you are. :)

      Here's one I like.

      Waiting for Lumber
      By Mark Turpin

      Somehow none of us knew exactly
      what time it was supposed to come.
      So there we were, all of us, five men
      at how much an hour given to picking
      at blades of grass, tossing pebbles
      at the curb, with nothing in the space
      between the two red cones, and no distant
      downshift of a roaring truck grinding
      steadily towards us uphill. Someone thought
      maybe one of us should go back to town
      to call, but no one did, and no one gave
      the order to. It was as if each to himself
      had called a kind of strike, brought a halt,
      locked out any impulse back to work.
      What was work in our lives anyway?
      No one recalled a moment of saying yes
      to hammer and saw, or anything else.
      Each looked to the others for some defining
      Move - the way at lunch without a word
      all would start to rise when the foreman
      closed the lid of his lunchbox - but
      none came. The senior of us leaned
      against a peach tree marked for demolition,
      seemed almost careful not to give a sign.
      And I - as I am likely to do, and who
      knows, but maybe we all were - beginning
      to notice the others there, and ourselves
      among them, as if we could be strangers suddenly,
      like those few evenings we had chosen to meet
      at some bar and appeared to each other
      in our street clothes - that was the sense -
      of a glass over another creature's fate.
      A hundred feet above our stillness
      on the ground we could hear a breeze
      that seemed to blow the moment past,
      trifling with the leaves; we watched
      a ranging hawk float past. It was the time
      of morning when housewives return
      alone from morning errands. Something
      we had all witnessed a hundred times before,
      but this time with new interest. And all of us
      felt the slight loosening of the way things were,
      as if working or not working were a matter
      of choice, and who we were didn't
      matter, if not always, at least for that hour.

    12. Jewels Jewels, 5 years ago
      Oh, I like that Katherine! Here's a classic, I'm sure you know, an all time fav of mine:

      The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

      Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
      And sorry I could not travel both
      And be one traveler, long I stood
      And looked down one as far as I could
      To where it bent in the undergrowth;
      Then took the other, as just as fair
      And having perhaps the better claim,
      Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
      Though as for that the passing there
      Had worn them really about the same,
      And both that morning equally lay
      In leaves no step had trodden black.
      Oh, I kept the first for another day!
      Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
      I doubted if I should ever come back.
      I shall be telling this with a sigh
      Somewhere ages and ages hence:
      Two roads diverged in a wood, and I —
      I took the one less traveled by,
      And that has made all the difference.
    13. katherinescollections katherinescollections, 5 years ago
      Who doesn't love that poem? :)

      Well I could go all day and night posting Neruda and Lorca and Rossetti and some contemporary poets I know, but our friends here might get a little cranky, lol.

      Good luck tracking down this necklace!
    14. Jewels Jewels, 5 years ago
      Haha! I could too Katherine! The crowd here has become very mellow! Awesome! :) Thank you so much for all the help on the jewelry Katherine--learned a lot! :)
    15. katherinescollections katherinescollections, 5 years ago
      Thanks for your help with my little bird, Jewels. :)

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