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Her Shoes are not so Different from Mine

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Martie
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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.



 In the dew of little things,
the heart finds its morning
and is refreshed.
(ee cummings)


[This message has been edited by Martie (edited 01-03-2000).]
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"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."

Between that, and the last stanza, I am convinced!  This was beautiful ...

--Kess


 You cannot choose the way of your death, but the path you choose will determine its own end.

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I really love this! Reminds me of my California heritage.  We California natives got to stick together now and not let it all become concrete and asphalt.
Elizabeth Santos
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Oh Martie, your writing is so beautiful. You are a true wonder. I am still in awe
Liz
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Exquisite work, Martie.  Beautiful imagery in this story.

Michael
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5 posted 01-03-2000 08:17 PM       View Profile for Deborah   Email Deborah   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Deborah

What a special poem about your home.  You have a beautiful way with words that really brought me into your poem, almost like a song.  Thanks!
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Beautiful, Martie! Your words and your thoughts! I love how your mind works!  

 Denise

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not bad.......... TERRIFIC!!!   
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Martie,
Wonderful poem, beautifully done and I agree with Balladeer and Elizabeth. *L* Sy
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Wonderful...  a true enjoyment to read.
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I enjoyed this...especially liked how you incorporated so many of the Earth's fragrances. Very well written.


Dear LadyClaire
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WOnderful poem Marti, Great imagery , a pleasure to read thanks  

Julie
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We are lucky enough to be able to harvest from this beautiful garden (Rancho Santa Ana Botanical Garden)  My husband is making White sage smudges, 75 of them.  American Indians have said that the smoke is usefull not only for the purification of the body, but for material objects as well.  It is considered a sacred plant to many tribes.  Just a little history from the sage.

 In the dew of little things,
the heart finds its morning
and is refreshed.
(ee cummings)
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I like  
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Martie my friend - you need to start handing oxygen with your poems!!! This is fantastic!

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.

- Love it.

K

 ...I am not a painter, I am a poet... F. O'Hara
Martie
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Thank you so much for your comments on this poem.  I am thrilled.

 In the dew of little things,
the heart finds its morning
and is refreshed.
(ee cummings)
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Well dear Martie....I've smoked some of that stuff the indians refer to.....and I'm not sure that it was good for my body....(definitely wasn't for my sanity or memory)....in fact, it may not have been sage?....but it was kinda "sacred" to me many years ago whatever it was?....does peyote grow on sage?....cactus?......

Seriously..this poem is wonderful...the imagery was almost picture perfect!!! ya done good gal!!!!
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Martie, truly exquisite!!  Did a fantastic job!

 ~*~ ^i^ ~*~ Love is such a lonely art, and death is but a taste. Minds are merely instruments that often go to waste! ~*~ ^i^ ~*~
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Martie -
Again you mesmerize me with the images you paint with your words.
Super ... just super.
~Marge~
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