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In Lavender Abandon
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In Lavender Abandon |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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In lavender abandon stretched toward the open road this rose of winter’s day exposes its fragile elegance as you pass and look your dog leashed and eager I see from the window as you soften your vision inhaling the open petal invitation Heel to the notion I think to you across the lawn for this bloom is so transient a velvet that succumbs to minutes and through the dark and dangerous night will not linger Breathe it into reverence though your tether is bounding it is still and in its blooming cares not of mortal whim but it would make me smile In the dew of little things, the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. (ee cummings) |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
Your title was beautiful in itself. The feelings are even more so..enjoyed the read! Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Yes, I agree, Wonderful title, wonderful poem Liz |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Lavender delight! Beautiful, Martie!  Denise |
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whiskey
since 1999-12-28
Posts 1278Australia |
This is sweet Marti , I love the smell of Lavender its a wonderful smell |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Lovely |
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Alwye
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since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
Very lovely work, indeed. *Krista Knutson* ~*Like a lion, without fear of the howling pack, Like a gust of wind, ne'er trapped in a snare, Like a lotus blossom, ne'er sprinkled by water, Let me, like a unicorn, in solitude roam.*~ Hymn Of Buddha |
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HelmutB Senior Member
since 2000-01-06
Posts 964Canada |
Very nice your poem, enjoyed it very much The ability to describe life with words is similar to painting a picture; both can be powerful tools. |
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Pepper Member Elite
since 1999-08-19
Posts 3079Southern Florida |
How very, very lovely this piece Martie. And the imagery is wonderful.... A soul that writes from the heart and shares it, truly gives a gift extraordinaire! Shannon |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Martie - Can't imagine how this one slipped right past me ... the smell of the lavendar drew me to it for sure. Lovely ....... ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Martie, this poem is poignant testimony to the wonder of open senses...the passerby in his pause, the observer in her silent appeal, and the reader, whose good fortune it is to have encountered this lovely petal of poetry, evocative in its subtle urging. "I see from the window as you soften your vision inhaling the open petal invitation" So pleased to have read this beautiful poem today!  Claire |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
"a velvet that succumbs to minutes and through the dark and dangerous night will not linger"... That's got to be one of the coolest lines I've ever read. Love the overall expression in this entire piece. Great work, Martie. Michael |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
beautiful poetry... enjoyed very much. |
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caroline Senior Member
since 1999-08-16
Posts 1218http://members.xoom.com/belladona123/index.htm |
I inhaled this entire poem, Martie! Ahhhhhh its beautiful! Exquisite imagery It's not the love you fear, but the fall from the height~Edwin McCain |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
Yes, this poem is very unusual. I enjoy poetry that appeals to the senses, and this one does wonderfully. I like the thinly veiled mystery too. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Thank you all so much for your thoughtful replies to this poem. To my surprise the rose is still there, stretching its fragrant neck, and it smells so sweet. In the dew of little things, the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. (ee cummings) |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
I do so enjoy your style. Although I am far from reading all that have posted within these poetic halls, you and yours strike me as quite unique. Peace to you and yours. |
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