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Cabin Fever
by Gene Williamson

Friday, January 16, 2009
Rated "G" by the Author.
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the chill of moonlight
on the window pane

night air crisp and biting,
the pines bending
under a two-day accumulation of snow;
inside the cabin, logs pop and spit
as two old friends swap drinks and tales:

one, sipping gin, plans to write a play
about two aging writers who
challenge their years and friendship
in loving the same woman;

the other pours his scotch,
reads from a poem he is writing
about the songs we sing,
the games we play,
the lies we tell.

night defined
in the whistle of wind
a dog’s cry



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Reviewed by Laura Mckenzie 2/20/2009
Gene Wow can you tell a tale of sorts wonderfully done! I love your talent! Laura :)
Reviewed by blue soplain 1/29/2009
play it again, gene.
the shushing epic quality of your words is so beautifully rendered each time....i want to curl up by a fire and listen to you read your own voice.....
pass the wine, pls?
good Lord, this was a film noir nearly. . ..
and the little innuendos...little we tell. .. .
foreshadowing. ..
more pls.
> <
Reviewed by Kenny Baez 1/18/2009
A snowbound winter is great when you're insulated and warm inside, everything fresh and a tingle in the air... 'logs that pop and spit'
that's exactly what they do.

One of the friends looks like he's got the script for the next Grumpy Old Men movie.

And the other with his songs of Experience I can relate to very well as I drink my scotch and wry.
Reviewed by Carole Mathys 1/17/2009
Excellent Gene, it is like reading a page out of a personal journal...a keeper for me, love it! peace, Carole~

two old friends talking
as the past curls around them
like a faithful cat...
Reviewed by Lois Christensen 1/17/2009
Good winter mustings here for you. May we all survive winter cause it has been so frigid a winter so far with more snows than last year and seems so long, but I suppose spring is just around the corner too.I left that old blowing pine tree, that was leaning over so much, at the trailer where I moved from. I don't miss it at all though cause Tom died under it. So sad, but there is a pine tree tall and straight outside the front door of this apartment house as a reminder always too.
Reviewed by E T Waldron 1/17/2009
The images you word paint are so full of life!
You are a true poet Gene!

Reviewed by Lloyd Lofthouse 1/17/2009
So vivid, I'm sitting there. I feel the cold. I hear the wind-even the plaintive dog's cry. I taste the gin and scotch. My hands are cold. I'm going to turn up the heat. That log fire would be nice right now.
Reviewed by stan nassano 1/17/2009
hey gene ,loved the write,you seem to be on a roll lately,maybe a little of it will rub off on me,cheers,
Reviewed by J'nia Fowler 1/17/2009
A fun poem to read Gene. Loved it and the clear imagery between the lines.
Hugs, J'nia
Reviewed by Liana Margiva 1/17/2009
BEAUTIFUL!!!!!! ' In the whistle of wind a dog's cry'---------I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
Reviewed by Charlie 1/17/2009
Whispy and nastalgic. Recreates the moment. --Charlie
Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse 1/17/2009
oh my goodness...that was catchy!! In a very good way to intrigue of course! "one, sipping gin, plans to write a play
about two aging writers who
challenge their years and friendship
in loving the same woman;"

and the story least I hope to know more about these 2 dashing gents!! Oh Yes Wonderful Poem Gene :)
Much Love & Inspirations Always
Reviewed by Elizabeth Price 1/16/2009
Ooh...the dog cries. I love this poem. It sounds so cozy, but too much and I'd have cabin fever also. Great write. Liz
Reviewed by F William Broome 1/16/2009
Marvelous. Listening in on conversation and drinking is always interesting, and in these lines new discoveries of how two plot to undo the other. Let me know when the play opens and the drinks are ready. - Bill
Reviewed by Rose Rideout 1/16/2009
Sounds like a great Country tune in this play. Thank you for sharing another wonderful write Gene, always entertaining.

Newfie hugs, Rose
Reviewed by Jon Willey 1/16/2009
this is a great saga in poetic form Gene -- how creative of you -- your rendering is one terrific canvas -- I was there with a glass of wine watching the fireplace and our woman -- the latter, very carefully -- take the high road and live in peace and great joy my friend -- JMW
Reviewed by Gerard Gauthier 1/16/2009
this is such a little glimpse of two stories that it could go many ways...but with the intro “night air crisp and biting, the pines bending under a two-day accumulation of snow; inside the cabin, logs pop and spit” I lean towards stress building, especially with the conversation drawing the lines of deceit...but then again I could be completely out to lunch...Regardless entertaining read Gene.
Reviewed by Sara Coslett 1/16/2009
Bittersweet. The line that caught my eye was where you tell of both loving the same woman. That is a hard road to travle. Stay warm. ~ Sara
Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow 1/16/2009
Absolutely love this!! Totally excellent!

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson 1/16/2009
How I love this! I can see it all unfolding before me.
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 1/16/2009
Warmth, inside these lines, captivatingly penned - well done, Gene!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Karen Palumbo 1/16/2009
A pretty wonderful way to share and experience time....

Be always safe,
Reviewed by Bonnie May 1/16/2009
What a delightful vision of two dear friends fulfilling their dreams. Sounds simply wonderful and I hope one was you. Love and hugs, Bonnie
Reviewed by Ed Matlack 1/16/2009
Snowbound with cabin fever wouldn't be so bad with good books, & more room than does my camper have to move around in...I liked this one, Gene, as I have never experienced something like it & kinda would like too...Ed & Rufuz

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