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Earth's Quiet Scream
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Earth's Quiet Scream |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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How do you draw inside the sky? Is there a color, whisper, or wing of energy … a sigh? A startled bluebird on a twig, shredding seeds; they fall like sawdust as he watches. How do you put form to that? A leaf is curling in a river drought-gifted with rocks. Ducks find the only water and circle until dizzy around the ripple. Laugh with me it’s almost spring. The earth’s quiet scream is most restless at night when I dream; not telling the pattern, blotted, forgotten, lost; probably just an ordinary three words. But I have never spoken before, or snored like some loud humming bird, awake and sipping nectar from the heart. I have not repeated when asked, as though any idiot should know, earth’s quiet scream. Still, the morning glory is creeping, uncaring of the things it covers; one could say careless of the drying grapevine. ------- Earth's quiet scream...three words I spoke in my sleep the other night. I thought they must have been part of a poem I was writing while asleeep, but I only knew those three words, until today. |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
I am so glad you waited, in your quiet way, to hear the song again. This is simply a marvel. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Beautiful, Martie! And I do believe that the earth is screaming. We perhaps should have listened to the sighs when there was still time for a remedy ... but the earth has many parts in individual practice before they all scream together. Does that mean that there is hope? Of course. There's always hope! Great write as usual! |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Because the temperatures are moderate, I had the windows open since 2:00 a.m., and around 7:00 a.m., I heard something I hadn't heard before, or if I had, wasn't able to take note of. But there sat the red-headed woodpecker...not pecking in search of food, but singing his wonderful song. I had never heard a woodpecker sing... and its marvel reminded me of your comments from the other day, of this very piece. Now how is that for connection?  |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"Still, the morning glory is creeping, uncaring of the things it covers; one could say careless of the drying grapevine." oh Martie the things you can do with words I love this so |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"A leaf is curling in a river drought-gifted with rocks. Ducks find the only water and circle until dizzy around the ripple. Laugh with me it’s almost spring." Dear Martie, I will laugh with you as it's almost spring. But the earth does quietly scream. Nancy~ ~ Time has cast a spell on you, |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
So many beautiful questions from a beautiful lady..... |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
Earth's quiet scream, to the ear of dream, with the words only known to soul of poetic theme. beautiful and pure. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I talk in my sleep too but can't ever come up with stuff like this...beautiful piece |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Martie...Beautiful dreams and poem. Thanks for sharing both with us. I did that once. I had been trying to write a poem for my two grand daughters for a couple of months with no success and woke up from a sound sleep and knew every word that I had been trying so hard to write. It took me about ten minutes to jot it down and I went back to sleep...Paul ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ |
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Angel4aKing Senior Member
since 2006-09-27
Posts 1372USA |
This is beautiful....and well written. Earths Quiet Scream could wake us in the night, if we listened closely enough, like a language more powerful than words. I like this alot. I think I will pass it along, Take Care, JulieAnn ~~~kingsangel~~~ |
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MoonShadow Senior Member
since 2001-08-02
Posts 943Dark side of the Moon. |
Most beautiful things come from dreams... the wishes that your heart makes. Blessed are those who recall them... even just three words... when they wake. Lovely write Milady. MoonShadow . |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
WOW, Martie.......awesome poem! Tucking it away. *hugs*...jo |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
and oh how lovely she sounds through your words Martie. You have such connection to her, and write of her so perfectly. You are indeed a child of the Earth. Hugs!! |
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Goodknight Member Elite
since 2002-06-15
Posts 2386Ohio, USA |
this is wonderful Martie - so glad you remembered all the words - Paul |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
MartieSis~ So lovely hon ... you are in synch with the earth's sounds~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~ |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Lovely write. TD |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Aha, Mother Earth was speaking to her nature poetess whilst she was sleeping!  Not only do you have 'seeing' eyes, you have the soul and the talent to transform those observations, visions, sensitivities, and emotions into poetry of the highest caliber! Happy Spring, Martie Flowers! Linda |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Your ears are innately attuned to the whispers and the cries of nature, and I am forever grateful that you share what you hear. |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
To the fine and most appropriate comments already posted about this ‘write’ by so many special ‘P.I.P.’ poets [who, like Martie, have prodigious talents quite far beyond mine].... I shall add....simply GRAND!!.... especially: “How do you draw inside the sky? Is there a color, whisper, or wing of energy … a sigh? A startled bluebird on a twig, shredding seeds; they fall like sawdust as he watches. How do you put form to that? A leaf is curling in a river drought-gifted with rocks. Ducks find the only water and circle until dizzy around the ripple. Laugh with me it’s almost spring.” I AM smiling and laughing with you (AND Spring), Martie! |
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