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A Childhood Screen Door Closing

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Martie
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A Childhood Screen Door Closing

I opened
a childhood screen door
so familiar  
like the rhythm of the stairs
and the way you called my name,

and heard
the quiet grace of bedtime
and the song to quiet
my small and mighty fear,
within your hand
you held
what I thought was answer.

But
your humanness stole my peace
and time showed your query
just like mine
buried under years and overgrowth
so
I screamed onto a grandfather
and his book of parables
until even the sky harkened

I was sure I touched holiness
with my hand
could feel the encompassing sigh
that wrenched my tortured need
with listening

But direction was only lost
and I the seeker turned
to nestle with my own sweet truth
tucked under my pillow

I have filled this gated place
with stock of time and tears
with days of starting over
from frozen nights of grief
have filled it
with trellises of hope
and trees that bare words of love
and laughter
its trickling stream of sound
digs like worms
in earth built and consecrated
by my own tireless yearning.

It is a lovely place.
where I can see
far back in time
that childhood screen door
closing



 In the dew of little things,
the heart finds its morning
and is refreshed.
(ee cummings)
© Copyright 2000 Martie Odell-Ingebretsen - All Rights Reserved
Denise
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1 posted 01-13-2000 05:46 PM       View Profile for Denise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Denise

Beautiful, touching, heartfelt words, Martie. So lovely...

 Denise

And slight is the sting of his trouble
Whose winnings are less than his worth;
For he who is honest is noble,
Whatever his fortunes or birth.~~~Alice Cary, ~Nobility~


Nate Dogg
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2 posted 01-13-2000 05:59 PM       View Profile for Nate Dogg   Email Nate Dogg   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nate Dogg's Home Page   View IP for Nate Dogg

Wow, Martie you're so talented when it comes to non-rhyming poems. Your words are so clear and heart-touching. Thank you!

 Nathan
Martie
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Denise and Nathan--Thank you for reading and finding this poem touching. I appreciate your comments.
Anne
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What a lovely poem!  Closing the door on childhood has truly resulted in "a lovely place" in spite of the doubts and problems of adulthood!  Thank you for a thought-provoking and utterly beautiful poem!
Martie
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Anne--thank you so much for reading and replying with such lovely words.  Welcome to Passions, look forward to seeing some of your poems.
Grandma Jo
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Ohhh, so very deep and touching. This is lovely. Tugs just right at the "ol' heart strings"  
Rus Bowden
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7 posted 01-13-2000 08:53 PM       View Profile for Rus Bowden   Email Rus Bowden   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Rus Bowden

Hi Martie,

From the screen door you've opened a life.  Wonderfully done, so many moments in this poem.

with trellises of hope
and trees that bare words of love
and laughter
its trickling stream of sound
digs like worms
in earth built and consecrated
by my own tireless yearning.


Rus
Martie
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Grandma Joe and Rus--thanks for your remarks and Rus, welcome to our Passions family.  I'll look for your poem.

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

wish I was a child again
but glad I can't go back
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