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In a Nut Shell

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Martie
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  In a Nut Shell

It seems years,
yet, also not,
when strewn on my path of mustard,
shag, un-raked carpet,
I held the gismos that distributed laughter.
A box in every room kept boredom at bay
most days.

They were my children,
bright bobbles of joy
that grabbed my bubble
and jumped high enough to pop it
again and again.

Days were greedy and ate minutes
like popcorn on Saturday afternoon
and the blond babies grew,
the brunette passed her coin
to them in a watering can.

She was a dream sister now,
gliding in the garden of heaven
with a hose that wept diamonds
and she smiled, they said.

They knew the way, you see,
the way past death into the light.
It was paved with their innocence.

Then suddenly after my face
came out of the weeping pillow
and up for air, I saw them
slip up the ladder of years
and stop for the longest time
tenaciously on the rungs
of slamming doors and rolling eyes,
pierced parts and falling love.

Then it was gone.

Freedom hit me hard,
as if all the eyes that I claimed
were in front and in back
finally closed their windows of worry
and let me see.

And what I saw
was me.
© Copyright 2001 Martie Odell-Ingebretsen - All Rights Reserved
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Ah Martie....

she would be so very proud of you for your memories, of your fine strength, and sound heart.
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You weave story and images well, very well.
Much enjoyed.
  

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A most intriguing read, Martie. Kind of sad, with moments of pure beauty and wonder.

Lovely.

Corinne
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Martie, this is exquisite

"It's easier to kill love than to nurture it" Fred Hardesty

Kathleen

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She was a dream sister now,
gliding in the garden of heaven
with a hose that wept diamonds
and she smiled, they said.

They knew the way, you see,
the way past death into the light.
It was paved with their innocence.

Then suddenly after my face
came out of the weeping pillow
and up for air, I saw them

slip up the ladder of years
and stop for the longest time
tenaciously on the rungs
of slamming doors and rolling eyes,
pierced parts and falling love.

Then it was gone.

Freedom hit me hard,
as if all the eyes that I claimed
were in front and in back
finally closed their windows of worry
and let me see.

And what I saw
was me.
================================

so many wonderful and clever metaphors here Martie ... and so unique as well...
(had to smile at the shag rake reference)
(only in the 70s could we have been so tacky)  
but its the imagery and the emotional intend of this that both impresses and touches.
a soulful write sweet poetess.
me

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

VAS
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I think I should print this out and place it under my dream pillow and see it will come out the pure beauty of this from my hands

you stroke the pen so grandly, I simply marvel, so be it for me, then to create a contrast to your writing, perhaps...like the lives of some are to present an example of which to take heed

Martie, your writing never ceases to amaze me, but this one, of yours above all, I believe

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Martie~
You continue to leave me with awe at the 'things' you see.
Lovely lady ... just as lovely as you are.
*Hugs*
~*Marge*~

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Martie-
   This is absolutely wonderful..as are you.
   Such beautifully penned thoughts..

   hugs,
   ~vicky

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


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9 posted 07-19-2001 09:28 AM       View Profile for Severn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Severn

You've got some great images here hon:

Days were greedy and ate minutes
like popcorn on Saturday afternoon

love that...love it.

Not many ways left to talk about time going fast lol...I believe that is nicely original..

Great work as usual m'friend...

K

I am a refugee of logic...insisting
on unlikely land with every step.

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very nice images..and a very good write..

I enjoyed the "story" and the read
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Your memories are sweet. May I borrow them? I need those diamonds too, and these days I can't seem to find any in my present, just a precious few in my memory....the rest covered with a glacier of something I can't name. This one reminds me of something that seems good to me, though I often prefer the trees that made them, to the fruits themselves.

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