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Martie
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0 posted 2000-05-02 08:47 PM



Don’t Tell Anyone

You have never known me
she said,
as she put her hands into
her tousled mess of hair,
like the curled and misplaced jungle
where she lived, had lived
with this stranger who saw straight lines
when what she saw was curve.

To go, needed a place, he said,
and his blue eyes matched his blue shirt,
and a reasonable because,
her, just because
was to him taking a dirt road
when you had a highway.

So, how had they lived
through two children and his drugs
and her CREATIVE EXPRESSION, for years,
when to not make war was like making love
without touching, but with the same afterglow.

We never fight in front of the children, she said,

Don’t lay our garbage
at the barbecue of our neighbor, he said,

and then confidentially she told someone
they hadn’t made love in six years
but he said he gave her foot massages
and touched her delicate there
between the toes where he could not help
but yearn for the shoe salesman he used to be
in his father’s shoe store
looking at the legs and up the dresses
of so many friendly feet,
before, when he was young.

And she wishes to express herself,
she is an artist, a creator,
cannot live this work ethic,
must be free and cannot with children
still too sensitive to understand
how they could not live like this.

And the children listen behind the sigh
and the rolled eyes of not listening
and see her skin recoil from his touch
and his steady upturned pain
and they wonder why they cannot say
that it would be better not to wait
because right now… really stinks!




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Denise
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1 posted 2000-05-02 08:54 PM


Wow! This is dynamite, Martie! Very powerful in your soft, graceful way! I'm sure many people live lives of quiet desperation like this. Very well done!

Denise

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2 posted 2000-05-02 11:59 PM


Ah, the tiptoes of eggshells ---

Hard choices -----I know too many who
stayed married because of the kids --
when  a relationship like that does not
show them what a loving deserving relationship they can grow up to have.

Lovely poem -- well portrayed. -- I say,
get rid of the eggshells in life and LIVE

netswan

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3 posted 2000-05-03 10:06 AM


Denise--thanks so much for the dynamite...You're the best!

netswan--eggshells--yes, I guess that is how it would feel---I say LIVE, too!

Elizabeth Santos
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4 posted 2000-05-03 10:23 AM


Martie,
  There is enough here to write a novel. You did it backwards. You condensed a novel into a poem. An extaordinary accompishment.
And a novel-poem on eggshells, at that.
Loved it
Liz

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5 posted 2000-05-03 12:26 PM


Wow. You describe the torment of the "eggshellrelationships" so exquisitely. Wow.

Love and hugs,
Lizzie


 "Poetry is the true expression of my soul, it is my ultimate means of communication. It is my rainbow of delight."

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6 posted 2000-05-03 12:35 PM


VERY powerful.....and too close to home. I am divorced now 3 years after two years of separation, 20 years of marriage. My kids all say we should hav e gotten divorced long ago, would have been better for them then trying to hold the family together as I did...this poem speaks volumes! Thanks for sharing.
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7 posted 2000-05-03 12:35 PM


Your perspective is superbly shared, Martie...every time. Loved this!

~ Claire

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8 posted 2000-05-03 07:16 PM


oh my gosh, this catches in my throat and fills my eyes with tears, it is so real, wow...I just have no words...this touched me deeply martie....wow
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9 posted 2000-05-03 08:36 PM


Liz--someone said once that you should be able to make a short story into a poem and visa versa, I just can't remember who it was.  I'm glad you liked this.

Lizzie--thanks so much for the wow.

Beki--I know there are alot of families like this...I know one of them.  I'm sorry that this hit so close to home.

Claire--you are the queen of wonderful replies.

Corazon--I'm so glad this poem touched you.  Thank you.

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10 posted 2000-05-03 08:49 PM


Martie,
WOW!! is an understatement! This is a powerfully expressive piece. Too many children growing up in this kind of unloving environment. Thank you for sharing this.

All my love,
Jeffrey

 I lie awake in a world filled with dreams,
but dreams can be so real when you don't know you're asleep

Martie
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11 posted 2000-05-03 10:25 PM


Jeffrey, thank you so much for understanding and appreciating this effort.
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12 posted 2000-05-03 10:32 PM


I also appreciate your effort, Martie, in everything you write because you immerse yourself in your words and make each poem part of you......a very admirable trait.
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13 posted 2000-05-04 12:36 PM


Kind of reminds me of the 'ol egg throwing contest... I always lost... here's widdershins back at ya kid. You are still a kid, right..?

 If I could paint a portrait, of this life in which I've led, and somehow sketch a story, of the visions in my head, I'd start out with a canvas, stretched tightly in a frame, and in the bottom corner, I'd leave room to sign my name. (Michelle A. Bartley)

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14 posted 2000-05-04 07:05 AM


Martie~
Savored your perspectives.
~*Marge*~


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15 posted 2000-05-04 08:40 AM


well done! my first thought when i finished was "awwww" which i definitely think is a good thing...
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16 posted 2000-05-04 08:01 PM


Powerful. A lesson with great imagery. ACT.
Martie
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17 posted 2000-05-04 08:10 PM


Thanks deer one, each poem is a part of me..and very important.

lucky, your widdershins take me there, to the kid again.

Marge--thanks for the persepctive.

Tuck--I'm glad your awwwww was a good thing

ACT--Thanks so much for your comment--I really apprecaite it.

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18 posted 2000-05-04 09:46 PM


Martie~
  I liked the brutal honesty of this piece. The second stanza is a little choppy, but it didn't distract from the message or the overall effort. Good writing.
best regards,
bboog

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