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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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Sandstone Heart It was only yesterday in my heart as we drove through the redwoods on the old back road. You had an, "I want to show you something," look in your eyes as the sun slanted from tip of tree to road, making paths in the air. It was a magic-lit day dappled and fern green. You stopped beside the road and said, come on, and we walked into a forest, quiet and touched by the sound of a river. You came to me on a fallen tree, where I rested on its hard scratchy surface. Your lips tasted like the dew touched petals from the wild sweet peas that you had picked earlier and laid into my loving feeling. And then the sound of our breathing was all I heard cascading around me and I looked beyond your face at the halo of the redwood forest around. Oh, it was lovely love that day. After, I looked beneath me at the needle scattered ground, looking to find a piece of this time to take with me. That’s when I found the sandstone rock, heart shaped with perfect meaning. It is the centerpiece that gifts our table with a reminder of how simple fragile things are cherished into importance. In the dew of little things, the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. (ee cummings) [This message has been edited by Martie (edited 04-29-2001).] |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Martie~ Lovely ! Breathtakingly lovely ! *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Beautiful, Martie. I think we should keep some small kind of keepsake for every event we wish to remember so that we can relive it with clarity just by looking at whatever reminder we gathered... love the pic!!! you got rid of that ugly background!! *wink * |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Nothing like a walk in the forest, but didn't your Mom ever tell you there were bears in there! How nice you have a momento, and a remember of how fragile many things are. This was lovely Martie, enjoyed the walk. Please visit me at my new homepage: |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
wonderful poetry Martie, and I also like the new photo... wooo hoooo |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
What an original title, you look so sweet in that new picture!!! Kathleen Blake |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
You had an, "I want to show you something," look in your eyes as the sun slanted from tip of tree to road, making paths in the air. It was a magic-lit day dappled and fern green. ======================= Your lips tasted like the dew touched petals from the wild sweet peas that you had picked earlier and laid into my loving feeling. And then the sound of our breathing was all I heard cascading around me and I looked beyond your face at the halo of the redwood forest around. Oh, it was lovely love that day. After, I looked beneath me at the needle scattered ground, looking to find a piece of this time to take with me. That’s when I found the sandstone rock, heart shaped with perfect meaning. It is the centerpiece that gifts our table with a reminder of how simple fragile things are cherished into importance. =============================== Martie...the imagery in this is so awesome I could smell the pine and the sultry forest floor... this is such a cool poem.. the intend and the inspire ... this is a sweet keeper my sweet poetess  meThere are two lasting bequests |
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whiskey
since 1999-12-28
Posts 1278Australia |
Very Nice Martie, wonderful imagery, enjoyed reading it  |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I do miss the redwoods. Strange, how the sandstone rock [fragile] maintains a "giant" love affair.... Well done my friend.... but then, nothing less is expected. Ever. Hugs, Karilea |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
We have a long hiatus when 'Martie' poems are sparse - and 'Mirabile dictu' today I'm greeted by this!!!!!!!!! If such absenses bring us poems such as this I will gladly suffer missing daily doses of your work. This is so wonderfully beautiful - I must 'mark' it in my treasure box - as a poem I've nut found/seen - the equal of from you - or anyone else here |
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Auguste
since 2000-02-16
Posts 3953By the sea |
Martie, I really liked this a lot and the stone just made all the better. Michael Proust- |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Incredibly beautiful, Martie... Your imagery is superb, your phrasing perfect... What a lovely gift you've given us in sharing your memento. *S* |
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Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
This is such a tender treasure from you heart to ours. "I am not now that which I have been." |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
had to come back for another read, this is one of my favorites. Kathleen Blake |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
Martie..."..cherished into importance..." Very, nicely done....very. Bob |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
It was only yesterday in my heart as we drove through the redwoods on the old back road. You had an, "I want to show you something," look in your eyes as the sun slanted from tip of tree to road, making paths in the air. It was a magic-lit day dappled and fern green. You came to me on a fallen tree, where I rested on its hard scratchy surface. Your lips tasted like the dew touched petals from the wild sweet peas that you had picked earlier and laid into my loving feeling. Oh Martie, beautiful images. I loved it! Maree |
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