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Martie

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0 posted 2001-10-11 06:06 PM

Bonfire of Time

He says that there is always time.

She thinks,
when is there enough?

There is too much bigness
for the years left
and she can hear the clock.

She wants
time to gather up a thought,
time to fill up with air and time to let it out,
then say all that is precious,
lots of time,
if not now, then down the road a piece
where the road turns,
there, where the sky weeps blue
and the dancing is across a meadow.

But, she has seen the moon gather footprints
in the sand,
gobble them without weeping.
She has watched bereft as the sea
took her love
until it became a tiny dot in the horizon
and then was gone.

He says the years unfold for reason,
each to teach,
to reach again where you couldn’t,
and it takes time to learn big things,
they are weight that drowns again and again
until a light burns on
and understanding floats.

It floats in a circle
that cannot be ended only begun.

She would take time and throw it
into one final bonfire
and lay down all of her heavy breathing
to sip from the chalice that he offers,
and he would gently blow out the match
and whisper to the wind
and let it ease into the space around her
each night at ten.

Mysteria

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since 2001-03-07

Posts 18328
British Columbia, Canada

1 posted 2001-10-11 06:13 PM

Oh Martie, this was absolutely exquisite. What a weaving of delicate love this was. I can not even pick one stanza, let alone one line to stand out more than the rest, as the whole this is perfect, but I loved the last stanza, for I ended this poem with a huge sigh. How very, very lovely Martie.

~I always have time to listen to someone talking from their heart~

Dark Angel
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since 1999-08-04

Posts 10095

2 posted 2001-10-11 06:25 PM

Martie, Martie, Martie, You are amazing you know that? this is superb writing and your Phrasing is bloody fantastic!

There is too much bigness
for the years left
and she can hear the clock.

She wants
time to gather up a thought,
time to fill up with air and time to let it out,
then say all that is precious,

if not now, then down the road a piece
where the road turns,
there, where the sky weeps blue
and the dancing is across a meadow.

But, she has seen the moon gather footprints
in the sand,
gobble them without weeping.

She would take time and throw it
into one final bonfire
and lay down all of her heavy breathing

She has watched bereft as the sea
took her love
until it became a tiny dot in the horizon
and then was gone.

Oh I've nearly put down the whole poem, there ya go.

A stunning write Martie, it's always a pleasure to read you my friend

I wanted to be the first to reply, but Sharon beat me to it, I guess I just ran out of TIME ey?

Maree

[This message has been edited by Dark Angel (edited 10-11-2001).]

Enchantress
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Canada eh.

3 posted 2001-10-11 06:34 PM

and he would gently blow out the match
and whisper to the wind
and let it ease into the space around her
each night at ten
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ohmygosh Martie! I just love the entire piece....I can't settle on just the ending...beautiful beyond words! You just KNOW I love this!
~Smiles and hugs, Nancy~

~I've loved you forever, in lifetimes before.~

The Lady of Shallot
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4 posted 2001-10-11 08:01 PM

Your poetry is excellent

-befriend yourself and you will never be alone-

Sunshine

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Listening to every heart

5 posted 2001-10-11 08:12 PM

You know when I say I wish I had written this, that I can say no more. Other than it's a keeper, and now safely tucked away.

Janet Marie
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6 posted 2001-10-11 08:42 PM

She wants
time to gather up a thought,
time to fill up with air and time to let it out,
then say all that is precious,
lots of time,
if not now, then down the road a piece
where the road turns,
there, where the sky weeps blue
and the dancing is across a meadow.
==================================

He says the years unfold for reason,
each to teach,
to reach again where you couldn’t,
and it takes time to learn big things,
they are weight that drowns again and again
until a light burns on
and understanding floats.

It floats in a circle
that cannot be ended only begun.

She would take time and throw it
into one final bonfire
and lay down all of her heavy breathing
to sip from the chalice that he offers,
and he would gently blow out the match
and whisper to the wind
and let it ease into the space around her
each night at ten.
==================================

*shaking my head* ....
ahhhh sweet sweet inspiration..............
"he" is very wise and "she" is a poet of exception...
and this? this is classic Martie...
and that is just awesome

When your own emptiness is all that's getting through
There comes a point when you're not sure why you're still talking
I passed that point long ago

Balladeer

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7 posted 2001-10-11 09:29 PM

Martie, I continue to bow to the greatness of your writing...this is stunning...

Logan
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since 2001-05-28

Posts 1641
Arkansas

8 posted 2001-10-11 09:44 PM

Ahhh, Martie, once again you have let your words flow like the surge of the tide, drawing then pulling until you are consumed by the wholeness..very nice write..very gentle smile

Marge Tindal

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9 posted 2001-10-11 10:04 PM

Martie~
Can I have it ... please~
Pretty please~

'He says the years unfold for reason,
each to teach,
to reach again where you couldn’t,
and it takes time to learn big things,
they are weight that drowns again and again
until a light burns on
and understanding floats.

It floats in a circle
that cannot be ended only begun.'

Well, alrighty then ! It's mine !
And I thank you with a great big HUG~
Love it ... love you more~
~*Marge*~

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
noles1@totcon.com

Tracey
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since 2001-08-29

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where insanity meets breeding

10 posted 2001-10-11 11:03 PM

Lovely, lovely writing Martie. I can't pick out my favorite lines, since they are all so wonderful

If she who dies with the most toys wins, then can I have some toy boys please?

Nan

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11 posted 2001-10-12 07:29 AM

I'm smiling again, Martie...

... Are you sure you don't write these wonderful pieces just for me???...

Midnitesun

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Gaia

12 posted 2001-10-12 11:37 AM

I'm left nearly speechless with this, Martie. It will be one of my favorite library treasures. It flows with a depth of love and caring deeper than the mid-Pacific.

wayoutwalt
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since 1999-06-22

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TEXAS (it's all big)

13 posted 2001-10-12 11:49 AM

Ten is my new bedtime cuz I can't stay way from the puter so don't put a puter in front of your characters o yuh it might mess up this wonderful poem

Martie

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14 posted 2001-10-12 04:04 PM

Thank you all for reading and for your wonderful replies to this poem.

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