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Martie
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0 posted 2001-07-16 08:13 PM


The Sprinkler Speaks  

How long can this drain of day
seep into the center of you
this watered and wet moan
I am tired of hearing
it says

I listen now to the yard
as the leaf catches the spray
the sound is as fingers
each tap tearing fragile
until they tuck their green down

The teal sky is relentless
in its hold on pretty
and nudges me from the corner
as I try to look away

The crow insists
I lean into all the open spaces
where sound carries me
and the children are the ones
that trace their laughter on my paper
and make me write the tickle

I cannot linger with you dark
for too bright is calling with airplanes
as leaves dancing down the alley
and the wind chime is playing me

It is no use protesting
the sprinkler’s speak
for it will have me
tossed and frazzled and seeping sighs

It will take my shoes off
and fly me into its chill
drown my hair and leave me
sizzling on the grass to dry

and does


In the dew of little things,
the heart finds its morning
and is refreshed.
(ee cummings)

[This message has been edited by Martie (edited 07-16-2001).]

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1 posted 2001-07-16 08:26 PM


Martie~
What a lovely romp into the bright~

'I lean into all the open spaces
where sound carries me
and the children are the ones
that trace their laughter on my paper
and make me write the tickle

I cannot linger with you dark
for too bright is calling with airplanes
as leaves dancing down the alley
and the wind chime is playing me'


You are wonderfully amazing in drawing me out to play !
I love you.
~*Marge*~

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
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2 posted 2001-07-16 08:31 PM


Geez, lets stomp and romp and laugh as the spray hits..sigh, Martie, give me poetry lessons, please?...very gentle smile
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3 posted 2001-07-16 09:10 PM



yep...yep yep yep yep yep....

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4 posted 2001-07-16 10:30 PM


I'll second Sunshine on this one...
yep, yep, yep...
(Kansasese for wooo hoooo)

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5 posted 2001-07-16 10:50 PM


I want the poetry lessons too, and the romp through the sprinkler with you all, it sounds like fun.  Hah, one year from now you get an excuse to do it whenever you want, and swing, and have tons of fun, you wait!  Oh, but you draw pretty pictures Martie.  Thank you for this one.

~If you have a choice to sit down or dance, I hope that you dance~

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6 posted 2001-07-16 10:55 PM


Lovely write Martie!  I know the sprinkler all too well....we haven't had rain in MN since the middle of June!  Thanks for the read, I enjoyed it greatly, oh talented one!  

*Krista Knutson*

"Touched the mirror, broke the surface of the water,
Saw my true self, all illusions shattered..." ~Tracy Chapman

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7 posted 2001-07-16 11:15 PM


How long can this drain of day
seep into the center of you
this watered and wet moan
I am tired of hearing
it says

I listen now to the yard
as the leaf catches the spray
the sound is as fingers
each tap tearing fragile
until they tuck their green down

The teal sky is relentless
in its hold on pretty
and nudges me from the corner
as I try to look away
===============================
I cannot linger with you dark
for too bright is calling with airplanes
as leaves dancing down the alley
and the wind chime is playing me

It is no use protesting
the sprinkler’s speak
for it will have me
tossed and frazzled and seeping sighs

It will take my shoes off
and fly me into its chill
drown my hair and leave me
sizzling on the grass to dry

and does
============================
OK..so I cut and copied damn near the whole poem...Server Athena can sue me  
There were just SO many cool and clever images, phrases and lines in this.
Man oh Man do I love the way your poetic mind works.
very cool write -- literally     *L*

When your own emptiness is all thats getting through
There comes a point when youre not sure why youre still talking
I passed that point long ago

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8 posted 2001-07-17 08:06 AM


Very nice... I enjoyed this for your style and the way you presented a bright cool spot in my morning...
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9 posted 2001-07-17 08:10 AM


Very nicely done.
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10 posted 2001-07-17 08:33 AM



Martie-
   I love this!  I wanna play!!  
  
       "I lean into all the open spaces
       where sound carries me
       and the children are the ones
       that trace their laughter on my paper
       and make me write the tickle

       I cannot linger with you dark
       for too bright is calling with airplanes
       as leaves dancing down the alley
       and the wind chime is playing me

       It is no use protesting
       the sprinkler’s speak
       for it will have me
       tossed and frazzled and seeping sighs

       It will take my shoes off
       and fly me into its chill
       drown my hair and leave me
       sizzling on the grass to dry

       and does"


   This is just so wonderful!  
   You amaze me!!  

   hugs,
   ~vicky


"...until you have read the verse on his
heart, you have not truely met the poet."
-vlraynes



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Deep in the heart
11 posted 2001-07-17 09:58 AM


A bright work by a bright poet
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12 posted 2001-07-17 01:48 PM


The teal sky is relentless
in its hold on pretty
and nudges me from the corner
as I try to look away

lovely words Martie.

"Here I am in prison,here I am with a ball and chain There is whiskey in the jar-o" Traditional irish song.

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