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Waiting as the Light Sifts
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Waiting as the Light Sifts |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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Waiting as the Light Sifts It is only me and my old dusty guitar waiting as the light sifts across the window and melts. The golden curve of wood slants into the sunlight and is quiet gathered in the shine. Then I feel the snap of time as I fall into someplace else and touch the shadow of the instrument that lays across my lap. My fingertips touch the place and I turn my head listening to a sound from far away. I can see her dark lashes curve against her cheek as she slowly closes her eyes and sitting thus she moves back and forth her pearls rolling across her silken bodice drenched by the lacey light and a shadowed guitar. Her mouth is a soft bow with lips slightly parted, her breathing fills another room where memory is singing and when her green eyes open they are filled with longing. I see the grace of her raised hand and experience the kiss there as though it fell upon my own. I’m surprised by the tenderness that fills me, and then I can feel the snap of time release me and I am only me and my old dusty guitar waiting as the light sifts across the window and melts. [This message has been edited by Martie (edited 02-26-2001).] |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
Beautiful!  |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Sunlight, guitar, dust motes, green eyes....yes, I was there.... |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Temptress--I'm glad you found this beautiful. Karilea--You found a dust mote? You have such good eyes for such things as misplaced letters...thank you for being there! |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is enchanting, Martie!! Very beautifully expressed!! |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
A beautiful visually entrancing poem..I always SEE your poems because of the magnificent way you have with images.... |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Martie~ Listening, I hear through your thoughts ... Looking, I see ... 'she moves back and forth her pearls rolling across her silken bodice' Absolutely lovely imagery .... *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
This is exquisite. For me, it would be a baby grand piano! "When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass, and the sun drips honey." Laurie Lee |
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mystic requiem Member
since 2001-01-26
Posts 144 |
*applause* Your poem is captivating. Caught me dreaming. *thanx*   |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
seldom am I so moved - rarely can mere words touch my soul with these I'm taken - to another time and place only the feelings - thank god are ones I know and savor a simple thank you - isn't enough it's all I have |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
The golden curve of wood slants into the sunlight and is quiet gathered in the shine. Then I feel the snap of time as I fall into someplace else ================== My fingertips touch the place and I turn my head listening to a sound from far away. I can see her dark lashes curve against her cheek as she slowly closes her eyes and sitting thus she moves back and forth her pearls rolling across her silken bodice drenched by the lacey light and a shadowed guitar. Her mouth is a soft bow with lips slightly parted, her breathing fills another room where memory is singing and when her green eyes open they are filled with longing. I see the grace of her raised hand and experience the kiss there as though it fell upon my own. I’m surprised by the tenderness that fills me, ====================== you are so awesome!!! you just played us like that guitar .. outstanding imagery and detail here... enchanting expression of memories. very very cool write martie... forgive me taking so long to read... Ive been on a bit of a break... but would not have wanted to miss this gem Strange ... the desire for certain pleasures is a part of my pain. ~Kahlil Gibran~ |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Denise--Thank you for letting me know that you find this enchanting...what a lovely word, thank you. Marge--And so you see me...must be cause you're my sis. Kathleen--Yes, I don't have a baby grand, but my upright is pretty special. mystic--thank you for the applause. Bill--a simple thank you is what I give back to you. Janet--I'm so glad to see you...I have had a few breaks myself lately...hugs! |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Within that hollow of handpicked wood comes the comfort that so many enjoy yet fail to come up with the words to describe it. You have done that so well my friend and the way that those feelings flow through you are passed on to the reader quite vividly. For that I thank you and for your beautiful creation, I applaud you. I remain in awe of your talent to pen so vibrantly. |
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Alwye
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Member Elite
since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
Oh my Martie...you've captured my love for the guitar, for exquisite imagery, and for your poetry all in one marvelous piece! You continue to amaze me with your grace and talent...and you continue to be one of my favorite poets to read.  *Krista Knutson* I'm a slow dying flower In a frost-killing hour The sweet turning sour and untouchable... -Natalie Merchant |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
OMG Martie waiting as the light sifts across the window and melts. ............ Loved the way you used these line to open your poem and close it. I can see her dark lashes curve against her cheek as she slowly closes her eyes and sitting thus she moves back and forth her pearls rolling across her silken bodice drenched by the lacey light and a shadowed guitar. Oh Martie, I see this clearly. Her mouth is a soft bow with lips slightly parted, her breathing fills another room where memory is singing and when her green eyes open they are filled with longing. Goodness I am singing! You are incredible Martie Thanks for making me feel good Maree I may know the word but not say it I may know the truth but not face it I may hear a sound a whisper sacred and profound but turn my head indiferent ....... Natalie Merchant [This message has been edited by Dark Angel (edited 03-02-2001).] |
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DreamLess Member
since 2001-02-28
Posts 92 |
your tender words have touched me deep in the soul... |
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Auguste
since 2000-02-16
Posts 3953By the sea |
Martie, This is just lovely, dear. You are such a good writer. Michael Proust- "Love is space and time measured by the heart" |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I'm not talented enough to play the guitar... but I understand well how music can transport us to another time and place and let memories dance across our hearts... this is so lovely, Martie! |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Very nice little journey Martie...James |
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