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Her Shoes are not so Different from Mine............repost
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Her Shoes are not so Different from Mine............repost |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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Her Shoes are not so Different From Mine Across the chaparral toward the mountain I can picture a young girl’s bouncing pig tails a skip from the covered wagon. She brushes against white sage, turns to the pungent perfume that dances in the air unseen then turns again to the mountain’s molted color of many browns, with yucca spikes staking towards heaven. A candle she thinks into the bright day then catches her long stocking, now dirt stained with new holes, old with tatters already darned by her own hand, at her ankle the sharp tongue of a prickly bush like the porcupines from home. In the night in grandmother’s quilt wrapped, rain had tapped the creosote bush and turned the air into a strange and wondrous smell that woke her and took her to breathe, deep and perfect breaths into the soft black night. In the morning she tossed her head at the chill and emerged with a change. She had fallen in love with the smell of this land with distance in sky that is larger, more open then she has ever seen, where no trees tread on the magic glimpse of the horizon and the sun traces its path from one side of the earth to the other without biding time in twilight’s hilly sky. Across Rancho Santa Ana a garden of California Natives, I think I am one of these too, a California native, a child of this earth full of acorns, a sweet and keen land that still lives in spite of asphalt and the rise of steel. I can feel that little girl I never knew but imagined in her long skirt and her shoes are not so different from mine. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I hear this....oh, I hear this....I walked the sage there...here....Martie....thank you....good memories....melding salt and sand and lots of hugs....thank you... |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Martie, my Sis~ I thought from the title I would like it ... but I don't ........ .................. ................ I LOVE IT ! 'In the night in grandmother’s quilt wrapped, rain had tapped the creosote bush and turned the air into a strange and wondrous smell that woke her and took her to breathe, deep and perfect breaths into the soft black night.' I'm there - the smells are alive ~ Across Rancho Santa Ana a garden of California Natives, I think I am one of these too, a California native, a child of this earth full of acorns, a sweet and keen land that still lives in spite of asphalt and the rise of steel. If you're going to California ~ be sure to wear some acorns in your hair ~ I can feel that little girl I never knew but imagined in her long skirt and her shoes are not so different from mine. You just walked across my heart with this beauty ~ Loving it ~ loving you ~ mesmerized by your thoughts ~ *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Um, I would'a said it like Marge, but I just 'thused by meself.... but I would have said it like Marge did... |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Karilea--I'm glad this made good memories. Marge--I just love walking across you heart. Thanks for the love and right back at ya. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is definitely one of my favorites of yours, Martie! Thanks for reposting it!  Denise |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Denise--It is one of my favorites too...thank you for reading it again. |
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kcsgrandma Senior Member
since 2000-09-24
Posts 1522Presque Isle, ME |
I really enjoyed this. I've discovered the joy of seeing bits of myself in those who have gone before me. You have written that well. To love another person is to see the face of God. - Les Miserables Marilyn |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
OHHHHHHHHHHhh to be your shoes just one day.......not in them mind you......just being them!!!! No I don't have a foot fetish.......so let's not go there BUT...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh to be your shoes. My friend, you have just done wonders for this cowboy in more ways than I care to count. Once in awhile something comes our way that makes life more worth it than it was a few minutes ago......well this one is most definitely one of those moments. I can't begin to tell you how beautiful this is and of course all of yours go in my library but this one will have to have a shelf all to itself......right next to the shoe sizer.  If you find yourself stranded in a storm ...then reach for my hand and we will play in the puddles together |
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CocoBaci Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 3043 |
Martie...this is great sweetie I enjoyed the read... My goodness every time I open a post by you I am thrilled at the discoveries I find of visions and feelings you pen onto these blue pages... Smiling rite at ya PoetFriend |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
See MC...I told ya it was Awesome didnt I and I dont ever miss on poetry ... and this one is poetry in motion... as is the poet......... "In the night in grandmother’s quilt wrapped, rain had tapped the creosote bush and turned the air into a strange and wondrous smell that woke her and took her to breathe, deep and perfect breaths into the soft black night. In the morning she tossed her head at the chill and emerged with a change. She had fallen in love with the smell of this land with distance in sky that is larger, more open then she has ever seen, where no trees tread on the magic glimpse of the horizon and the sun traces its path from one side of the earth to the other without biding time in twilight’s hilly sky. ===================== after that..my words pale ...and become unnecesary ... |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
like Mark - I want to be some garment - thus more intimately 'feel' your memories and experiences - most likely - I will not feel them with any more intensity than your words convey - but I like the thought. |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
bump because I love it so much. |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
A wonderful, powerful piece! Makes me think of the Oregon Trail in the 1800's.There surely is someplace that would LOVE to publish this for you. |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
No one can take me into the mind and heart of another one half so well as you - I'm there with poetic words so wonderfully crafted - I see the sights, smell the smells - and really believe I FEEL as she does. HOW DO YOU DO IT?!?!?! |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ksg...yes, that's just the way I feel too..thank you. Mark--thank you so much, my friend, for you enthusiasm...next to the shoe sizer...LOL..too cute! (thanks for the bump) Coco--what a sweet thing to say, thank you. Janet--You words never pale...believe me! Bill--You can be my shawl...that way I can keep your warmth around me. VAS--I shall look a little harder...thanks for the lovely comment. Bill--I'm so glad you could be there too, that was my intention. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
this one has to come back up.... Im so glad you linked so I could be reminded of this gem of pen. What an amazing body of work you have compiled. |
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