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Drowning in the Long Day
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Drowning in the Long Day |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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Green is almost gone now; tussling with this long day that creases shadows of sunflowers, still tossing their brown and yellow heads. The meadow has dried, mowed under and stomped clear are the delightful dandelions. They wait beneath the heartbeat of the whispering wind to become again. How glory-full it feels to let the open window stay all night, letting in the sounds of summer children until it’s almost dark with laughter and slammed doors. What time is night, when the moon is so still and awkward, the porch light reaching into the dark with fingers like ghosts wanting company, electric blue and eating sleep? Today the day will stay long into the fingers of twilight purple, making amethysts in the river before leaving once more, drowning the bottoms of things until the current rips hours and time stands still. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: Oh, I love this fantastic imagery, dear Martie. The long day has never been captured more beautifully I think. Love, Margherita  |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
~enjoyed the scenery in this~*~ |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
Dear Martie, This is one of most wonderful poems of your's I've ever read. And that is saying, sooo much! It drifted across my eyes like cool swells on glistening shores. Like you, your poetry just gets more and more beautiful with each passing day. Big hugs to you. Richard xx |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
You are best when nature reigns in your words and sounds... you are amethyst skies and burbling creek. You are...Sissie. |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
"How glory-full it feels" Yep girl.. your an outlaw... "They wait beneath the heartbeat of the whispering wind to become again." Very nice sis dale |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
Meadows stomped clear, sunflower shadow creases; at late twilight, children's laughter and slamming door sounds, then ghostly fingers of houselights reaching out from the "eat and sleep"... an excellent write, thank you. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
What time is night, when the moon is so still and awkward, the porch light reaching into the dark with fingers like ghosts wanting company, electric blue and eating sleep? Loved this.... |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
martie you have outdone yourself in this my favorite line... "How glory-full it feels" |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Thanks, you guys...I haven't written a new poem in a long time, so it felt pretty good to dislodge some of the gunk that's been holding the words back. |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
Only one word needed to describe this poem....FANTASTIC.....to be able to read it and comment on it is an honour. Your poetry on nature shows every nuance of magic that nature has within it... Thank you for this and your nature insights... Goldenrose. Friendship is Love without his wings. Lord Byron. |
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