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Breath Unplugged
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Breath Unplugged |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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Breath Unplugged When a spirit is set free across the chasm there is a breeze that nibbles ripples into the lake even when breath is unplugged it holds a minute to navigate the loss and plant a pulse so quick that robins in cocking head turn in sweet bewilderment Listen to the dreams that come when you are open to dimension and time spreads itself and you will know that love has no boundaries and that it understands forgiving before your tear has left its small circumference on the pillow [This message has been edited by Martie (edited 05-08-2000).] |
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Kit McCallum
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since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
"Listen to the dreams that come when you are open to dimension and time spreads itself" Profound and thought-provoking Martie. This poem is a treasure ... /Kit |
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Denise
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since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Very thought provoking. I read this with my own interpretation, it spoke to me deeply, I guess that is what good poetry does!  Denise |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Wonderful, Martie. I can see that robin cocking its head! Love it! |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Martie~ Just one question ... How do you consistently write the best poetry I've ever read ? I want a book of your poetry ! ! ! Yes, I do. 'and you will know that love has no boundaries and that it understands forgiving before your tear has left its small circumference on the pillow. So tenderly awesome. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Kit--Thank you so much for thinking this poem a treasure. Denise--Every reader adds to a poem's depth with their own interpretation. I'm glad you liked it. Thanks deer for you vision. Marge--My sis, you say the nicest things! |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
Oh, Martie, this is so beautiful! I was especially struck by the words "love has no boundaries and that it understands forgiving before your tear has left its small circumference on the pillow" you are able to formulate such feelings on paper so meticulously! I love this! |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
I am glad that you saw this Rosemary, as I knew that you would understand. |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Lovely words Martie...you've expressed boundless love as only you can |
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poetFemmeFatale Member Elite
since 1999-07-25
Posts 2646Arkansas |
Martie, I read this, and I am taken aback....The first time through, I read it as if you were talking about death. But then the ending make me think differently....hhmmm...? You have a way with sharp, vivid imagery too, that is outstanding! Such a short poem, with such a powerful imprint to leave on the reader's mind! WOW. |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
You share, so acutely, what it is to finally relenquish ourselves to acceptance of that unplugged, heightened breath, and trust that time "does" spread itself, no longer chained, across all dimensions...wonderful writing, Martie... ~ Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
Yes, I agree unchained, which reminds me... Rosemary just ate all of my sour cream and didn't use one single chip. I'm going to have to send her spirit down to the store, chips with no sour cream... YUK..! Good work Martie 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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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ruth--You are so good at making me glad I write. Jen--It is about death, but also about the spirit which I believe never dies, and if we are open enough, can feel. Claire--Thank you for your lovely reply and for seeing so clearly. Lucky--Thanks for making me laugh--you are such a ....hmmm...thinking here....ahhh..scamp..yup...and that's a good thing! |
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