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Martie
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0 posted 2001-02-18 09:32 PM


Still and Always Love

Everything is so wild and spirited
today on the mountain where I left you
so long ago.

White gloves decorate the ridges,
cloaked and folded in soft slate clouds,
pines rise and red berries dot the hedges.

The river is cold and glinting with
the silver slither of life,
and on the ravaged tip of a tree
a crow sits watching
as slippery gilled and gasping
we give reverence to life.

The rocks along the road
are the color of the flecks of your eyes
and the mudded bank’s dark pools open
and explode with the sound of riffles,
oh, how you loved the sound.

I think of you in frolic,
or spread in snow making angels now,
for always an invisible footprint
leaves its meaning along the path here.

Stay a moment,
as my heart feels February
like a hand print on this mountain.

I have found you
in June softened in yellow scotch broom
and in August cool and smooth
in the trunk of the manzanita.

The crow
with her knowing black eyes,
is that your head cocking,
your feather’s ruffled,
waiting through this time of lasting?

Fly my little one,
be free from this need of mine
that roots you to a mountain,
for I will find you again,
when time melts into tomorrow,
I will find you still and always
in the middle of my love.



[This message has been edited by Martie (edited 02-18-2001).]

© Copyright 2001 Martie Odell Ingebretsen - All Rights Reserved
Lighthousebob
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1 posted 2001-02-18 09:46 PM


Martie,

picturesque and full of emotion... I liked the last stanza...

Fly my little one,
be free from this need of mine
that roots you to a mountain,
for I will find you still
when time melts into tomorrow,
I will find you still and always
in the middle of my love.

I think of children and it's so hard to watch them grow up, to me what seems too soon.

Bob <><

CocoBaci
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2 posted 2001-02-18 09:54 PM


Martie, my sweetPoetFriend, once again you touch my heart...
Lovely writing dear lady...
Hugs2uAlways
~coco~

Cerenity
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3 posted 2001-02-18 10:36 PM


Hi Martie,

This is really beautiful and remembering ones you loved seeing with peacefulness through nature its wonderful, thank you so much for the lovely poetry.

Love, Cerenity


"God doesn't have to be reminded that we exist.
We have to be reminded that He exist!"

(Writer Unknown)



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4 posted 2001-02-18 10:41 PM


Classic Martie.....in other words, beautiful and touching
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5 posted 2001-02-18 10:54 PM


Beautiful and touching *tears*

I will find you still and always
In the middle of my love....I don't think I've ever heard anything as beautiful, Martie.

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6 posted 2001-02-19 02:27 AM


You bring out my tears and let them fall all over my keyboard...........just amazing how you touch my heart.........this is perfect Martie, absolutely perfect. SEA
Irish Rose
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7 posted 2001-02-19 06:47 AM


I have found you
in June softened in yellow scotch broom
and in August cool and smooth
in the trunk of the manzanita."

WONDERFUL VERSE, exploding imagery and vibriant colors, God, I wished I had written this!!!!!!!!!!!!

"When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass,
and the sun drips honey."
Laurie Lee


Wilfred Yeats
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8 posted 2001-02-19 06:55 AM


she is - and always will be and you will find her:
"still and always
in the middle of my love."



Janet Marie
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9 posted 2001-02-19 08:25 AM


I think of you in frolic,
or spread in snow making angels now,
for always an invisible footprint
leaves its meaning along the path here.

Stay a moment,
as my heart feels February
like a hand print on this mountain.

I have found you
in June softened in yellow scotch broom
and in August cool and smooth
in the trunk of the manzanita.

======================
waiting through this time of lasting?

Fly my little one,
be free from this need of mine
that roots you to a mountain,
for I will find you again,
when time melts into tomorrow,
I will find you still and always
in the middle of my love.
=================

"Stay a moment,
as my heart feels February
like a hand print on this mountain."

"Fly my little one,
be free from this need of mine"

"for I will find you again,
when time melts into tomorrow,"

"I will find you still and always
in the middle of my love."
*********

I feel these words ... I feel them brush my cheek and my heart ...
I hear them whisper to me...
I hear them take flight on buttefly wings.

not even the unbelieveably detailed--to perfection--imagery in the begining of this poem can touch the sheer beauty I see in those words quoted above..
this one touches places in my heart deep
your "need" never holds her back...
and she soars ever higher with your every word ...of her...for her...
this poem is amazing Martie ...
I wondered as I read it again and again...
if you have any idea just how amazing.
love you sweet poet
me


As sure as God made wine
you can't wrap your arms around a memory
In the dark for me
youre the candle flame that flickers to life
~Mission UK~

ethome
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10 posted 2001-02-19 08:35 AM


Martie I don't get to read enough of your work but when I do I am always in awe of your wonderful heart filled thoughts....the nature in this overwhelming...such an expression of love you've created....love to you sweet poet lady...your words always make me feel warm.......this is honesty I'm speaking...I am neither gushing or lying.....have a nice day .....ethome

The poet is like a cocoon; in him the caterpillar of the past finds rest, and from him the butterfly of the future emerges.

Martie
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11 posted 2001-02-19 11:43 AM


Bob--You can't have known that I wasn't able to watch this one grow up...but I do know what you mean...thanks for your sweet comment.

Coco--Your replies are always special to me.

Cerenity--Yes, it is wonderful...thank you for seeing that.

Balladeer--Thank you kind sir.

Denise--Thank you for being touched by this and for your friendship.

Sea--I am glad you were moved by my poem...Michelle can do that, ya know.

Kathleen--You write exploding very well, my friend...I wouldn't want you to have to write from the heart of this one.

Bill--Thank you for understanding

Janet--You are so dear!

ethome--Your replies are always drenched in sweet honesty...thank you for this wonderful reply.

Irish Rose
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12 posted 2001-02-19 11:53 AM


I had to read this again, this one is so rich in specific meaningful imagery, Martie, this is one of the most visual poems I've read in a very long time!

"When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass,
and the sun drips honey."
Laurie Lee


Dennis
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13 posted 2001-02-19 03:17 PM


This is very nice, good descriptive phrasing.
Kethry
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14 posted 2001-02-19 04:34 PM


Martie,
elegant and simple. The imagery is perfection itself.
write on
Kethry.


Those of us who refuse to risk and grow get swallowed up by life. Patty Hansen.



Mike
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15 posted 2001-02-19 06:29 PM


poetry, Martie is thy name... once again you have bared your soul and allowed us to touch upon the wonder and beauty of a mother's love... thank you my poetic friend.
take care...

Rosemary J. Gwaltney
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16 posted 2001-02-19 07:08 PM


Oh, Martie, this is so beautifully written! You write of Michelle is such exquisite ways, and your imagery always amazes me. Thank you for writing me - I certainly WILL put it on Michelle's site, and with great honor. When you write of her, I always gain another peek into the wonderful child she was. And I'm always sorry again. So very sorry. Thank you for sharing your little daughter with us!

.


The spiritual wind that holds survivors aloft, plants the seeds from which bloom new hope ... R.J.G.


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17 posted 2001-02-20 11:19 AM


This poem, in its beauty, and its reason, should fly high, often.
Marge Tindal
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18 posted 2001-02-20 11:58 AM


Martie~
To touch the memories of this child is a privilege to my heart.
I will always think of Michelle's spirit on the mountain.
Loveliest of lasting memories, dearest mother.
*Hugs* ... so many *hugs* to you this day.
~*Marge*~



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