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This Side of the Glass |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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This Side of the Glass Perhaps it is on this side of the glass the fog layers meaning so I cannot see this crusted me dense with storm I cannot sing this sweetly winter for the waiting is February dreading the wallop of time that takes me back to such numbness where friends cry and the mother sits in blank chair taped up with cold cloth around her words with no breath no tears no no I watch my sky down darkly move into the cold earth memory that sinks me where rivers only stop in mourning once and then take the ride to the tide away away Perhaps it is on this side of the glass where the moss grows damp greenly into eyes all empty waiting waiting for February dreading to wallop time again again no no |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
  (sigh) Sooooooooo powerfully said, sweet friend, your visions always amaze me and have me thinking, such illusion and perspective fill your words! (kiss on cheek) We all love you so much! You have such abeautiful heart, sweet Martie, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I cannot sing this sweetly winter for the waiting is February dreading the wallop of time that takes me back to such numbness where friends cry and the mother sits in blank chair taped up with cold cloth around her words with no breath no tears no no I watch my sky down darkly move into the cold earth memory that sinks me where rivers only stop in mourning once and then take the ride to the tide away away =============================== If its any consolation...you know that I know...and that if I could -- I would turn the calendar page to spring and have the peach tree blooming sweeter memories for you. You know this one touches me in places deep..heart-hugs sweet Martie. ~Butterflies are meant to be free~  |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
I too would pray that you skip Feb...and go straight to spring....My heart hurts for you, dear one....**big big hugs** Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams. |
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Silver Streak Member Elite
since 2002-01-02
Posts 3625FL, USA |
I agree! Skip February. Find something to occupy your mind, and just let it pass. -newell Sharing God's Love through perfectlovepoetry.com |
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Auguste
since 2000-02-16
Posts 3953By the sea |
Intense, my friend...just know you're in my prayers and I'm here should you need me. *hugs* Michael Michael Auguste~ |
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brianbeaudry Member
since 2001-07-20
Posts 410Northern Ontario Canada |
Oh...can I relate....winter is 5 months long up here and after just 2 I'm ready for spring...wonderful poem!!! |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Hi all...I appologize for such a down poem...not usually me, even in February, but it came out all the same. For those of you who don't know, my daughter Michelle passed on at eight years in February many years ago. And truthfully, I look forward to February, as a time to reflect and remember, not regret. If anyone should like to see Michelle's room...a tribute to her in my poetry and photographs, they are on my dear friends Dale and Rosemary Gwaltney's site for those who have lost loved ones. Here is the link. Thanks for reading. http://www.angelfire.com/zine/bereaved/michelleopen.html |
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RosePetal
since 2001-08-26
Posts 2985South Florida |
im sorry for your loss  sad but nicely penned poem here. (Hugs) |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Dear Martie, I have just returned from Michelle's Room....I am so sorry,.... I have no other words to express what I am feeling at this moment. God Bless You. ~Warm tender hugs, Nancy~ ~Time has cast a spell on you, |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
In Memory Of Your Little Angel Michelle  Such a heartfelt rendering of a Mother's love and loss Martie. You know the strangest thing about angels is that they never, ever seem to run out of memories to send us and fill up our hearts when we start to feel sad. I send big heart hugs to you dear friend. [This message has been edited by Mysteria (01-28-2002 10:52 PM).] |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
I cannot sing this sweetly winter for the waiting is February dreading the wallop of time that takes me back to such numbness where friends cry and the mother sits in blank chair taped up with cold cloth around her words with no breath no tears no no Martie I wish I could wrap my arms around you and comfort you in your time of dread, numbness and tears.. I want you to know that my arms are out-stretched and reaching just the same. hugs and love dear friend Maree |
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amigo Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 520the earth school |
Martie Dear....i'm back from Michelle's room too and have no words...i know it is very hard for you...my hugs & prayers are with you, Martie, hope you find some solace... |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
SweetSisterOfMyHeart~ 'Perhaps it is on this side of the glass where the moss grows damp greenly into eyes all empty waiting waiting for February dreading to wallop time again again no no' I know the times of remember fall hardest on the February of your heart~ I wrap you in the loving arms of friendship~  Michelle's memories are the fiber of your heartstrings~May you always weave the memories of her magic~ Love you~ *HUGS* ~*Sis*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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