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In the Place Where Morning Dwells
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In the Place Where Morning Dwells |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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In the Place Where Morning Dwells (re-written) In the place where morning dwells life is dew that touches flowers, reflecting color of sunlight so splendid in healing powers. High on the cliff of life I stand where each day erosion changes. Trust keeps me from the ocean’s swirl, a fence built from rocks not cages. I hear the laugh that opens new in path of spring where lupine turn. It is the song within each breath, soft as the nest a mother yearns. I know the desperate grasping climb and the willow that bends in grace, beneath its branches sweet repose is the breeze’s caress on face. My house the place where love abides. These hands till the earth to flower, breathing the soil is peace to me, embraced in a midnight bower. In the grasp of withering time so often I feel like crying. It’s from the grief that’s part of life I’m learning the art of dying. I feel the still within my heart. It dreams with me in surrender. In search for sound of love's display, a sigh is the magic sender. I can reflect upon this grace for I am in a wondrous place. In the dew of little things, the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. (ee cummings) |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Martie~ 'I feel the still within my heart. It dreams with me in surrender. In search for sound of love's display, a sigh is the magic sender' *Big sighs here* What a beauty ! I am so glad that you are - in this wonderous place. Love ya' ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
I create a word picture - and in return I recieve several wonderful beautiful word images when Martie chooses to post. You may not do it FOR me - it matters not - I am repaid a hundred fold - it become another major reason why I write and post. Thank you |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Martie, your rhyming poetry is also very beautiful...you can do it all!  |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Yes, you do it all...and you do it so...WELL... |
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sonagolese Junior Member
since 2001-02-26
Posts 18Virginia |
Martie, Very beautifully done! It takes me back to my own special place and time. Thanks for the write.  |
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CocoBaci Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 3043 |
Marti, this is a beauty and I concur with PoetFriends above, who have stated, YOU CAN DO IT ALL... Sweetie, you do it all and with an abundance of grace... Hugs2uAlways ~coco~ |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
This is so peaceful that I almost went to sleep while reading it. |
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Auguste
since 2000-02-16
Posts 3953By the sea |
Martie, A beautiful piece, my friend. Thanks for sharing this with us. Michael Proust- "Love is space and time measured by the heart" |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
You've given us so many lovely images with all your work that each time I read one of your poems, I am also in a 'wondrous place'.  |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
PDV said it well... a poem by Martie is a wondrous place indeed. *S* This is stunning, Martie... I've read it several times and love getting lost in one verse at a time. This is a beautifully crafted treasure! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Trust keeps me from the ocean’s swirl, a fence built from rocks not cages. ====================== I know the desperate grasping climb and the willow that bends in grace, beneath its branches sweet repose is the breeze’s caress on face. My house the place where love abides. These hands till the earth to flower, breathing the soil is peace to me, embraced in a midnight bower. In the grasp of withering time so often I feel like crying. It’s from the grief that’s part of life I’m learning the art of dying. I feel the still within my heart. It dreams with me in surrender. In search for sound of love's display, a sigh is the magic sender. I can reflect upon this grace for I am in a wondrous place. =================== *shaking my head-smiling* Martie...I have read this over several times and it gets more beautiful with every read... Like Ruth said above each verse is so special,that they need to savored individually. As always the imagery is stunning and the cadence is sheer heaven for me but its the whole overall essence of this poems emotions and thoughts that make this one so special and endearing "In the grasp of withering time so often I feel like crying. It’s from the grief that’s part of life I’m learning the art of dying. I feel the still within my heart. It dreams with me in surrender. In search for sound of love's display, a sigh is the magic sender." those two verses are outstanding... this is a keeper my sweet poet... in my heart and library  Strange ... the desire for certain pleasures is a part of my pain. ~Kahlil Gibran~ |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Marge--thanks for the big sigh. Bill--Thank you for being so sweet. Balladeer--Thank you, my friend...but, I can't do it all. sonagolase--I'm glad this takes you to your own special place. Karilea-- Coco--Your reply is so sweet, thank you. VAS--Peace is something we all strive for, I'm glad you found a little in my poem. Michael, my friend--thank you so much for helping me with this re write. Sharon--What a wonderful comment...thank you. suthern--Thank you so much for the way you look at things. Janet--If you have read it several times, then I am very pleased..thank you. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Big *sighs* from me too!! This is sooooo beautiful and serene!! |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
This is such a part of the very earth beauty! Well written Martie and what a beautiful setting you have placed beofre the reader...it's so soothing and full of tender passion... I love every bit of it!! ethome The poet is like a cocoon; in him the caterpillar of the past finds rest, and from him the butterfly of the future emerges. |
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