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    dots Submission Name: Pucca of Passiondots

    Author: beatthedrum
    ASL Info:    55- F - Southern CA USA
    Elite Ratio:    4.18 - 881/810/122
    Words: 330
    Class/Type: Poetry/Passion
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       You may know the Pucca is a mystical animal. Many think of Harvey the six-foot tall rabbit from the movie of the same name.

    In researching the history of Puccas I discovered they are a European legend. Within that tradition it is a headless horse that offers lonely travelers a ride. They take you on a wild excursion along the cliffs edge and then deposit you back where you began.

    In this poem Pucca is a metaphor for a person (actually I have known several) that has done the same thing in my life. You can feel the tension at the first meeting. This is a very exciting and passionate romance that last for only a short time. You ride with them in exhilaration and then they leave you where you began.

    I hope you enjoy it.

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    dotsPucca of Passiondots

    I walked in still darkness
    on a road towards home along
    a familiar thoughtless path known well.

    Until tonight I was
    only vaguely aware
    of the vulgar beasts
    that frequent this realm.

    Hidden by dark camouflage,
    she stood blended with the shadows.
    I stopped

    Then she stepped forward
    to stand in my path.
    I felt a pulse pumping and burning
    my ears and everywhere else.

    A cloud slid off the moon
    to show her hulking form
    as tall and strong.

    The headless horse's hoof
    scratched the dirt.
    I was frozen before the Pucca of passion
    with a dampness in my pants.

    All my sense had been
    spent on mugs at the inn.
    I understood her intent.

    She presented not a threat,
    but bent to bid me ride the rapture.
    Desire unfroze my willingness
    As I staggered to her side.

    She made it easy for me to mount
    and then moved quite quietly and smooth
    into the woods, each step building speed.

    The forest blurred into a tunnel
    of indeterminate pattern.
    We emerged at the edge of a cliff
    running full gallop where only goats can go.

    We raced alone along the rim of the world.
    Distant village lights
    gave me our bearing of height.

    My heart beat as hard as her feet.
    Rocks fell loose and rolled
    into the blackness off the edge
    I feared our fate was to follow them.

    Then we turned into the trail
    between the moon silhouetted trees
    and bolted back the way we came.

    Colorless images blended into
    indistinguishably blurred forms.
    They passed fast
    until we halted at the road.

    If a Pucca bids you ride, beware
    Its a thrill that takes you high
    but leaves you nowhere different.

    Once finished it is still a long walk on home.

    Submitted on 2005-09-17 10:15:09     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      An excellent interpretation of how sometimes the most passionate and thrilling things are just an illusion, just something for entertainment (I use that word lightly). While they may present a happy and wonderful “now” in the end they really mean nothing. That how memories may be the only thing to comfort one in the end…
    | Posted on 2005-11-24 00:00:00 | by HW Wellington | [ Reply to This ]
      I really enjoyed this poem
    To give life to the imaginable is a very big gift
    You were able to capture that very well

    Once again Great Write

    And again thank you for your recent comments
    I always enjoy hearing from you

    | Posted on 2005-10-27 00:00:00 | by Ronswords | [ Reply to This ]
      words cant really express how much this poem got to me. i am sure that everyone can relate... but im special I SWEAR! whether i am one of many that can realte we all have expirienced our own pucca in some way or another. the woamn who tells you to follow her love that it will never lead you astray and then leave you abandoned in your desolate world that existed before your passionate encounter... again very well written

    | Posted on 2005-09-17 00:00:00 | by stormyskye | [ Reply to This ]

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