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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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Coyote The oak sighed and the coyote cried and the listening wind touched my cheek with again The air was dusted gray as if a curtain of gossamer was pulled across the day On the hill the grass swept down in spread of green stitched with plum trees red with autumn’s gown I stood there with flowers in hand and listened to the whistled sound as a train dissected land Some coyotes took the note and ran it up the scale and down again to catapult across time their need to call felled wooden doors and cement floors then touched with primal mix the wall holding time with dust and years for ‘tis a sound that stays the same within the place of hope and tears The sound took me to campfire light the smell of sage and water untamed a time when stars held the night For after fall a winter stormed in blankets thrown across the warp and a love was born a love was born And the oak sighed and the coyote cried as the listening wind touched my cheek with again |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
Absolutely stunning. I love the whole feel of this poem. Its vision was filled with soft gentleness.  Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
And the oak sighed and the coyote cried as the listening wind touched my cheek with again ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ah dear Martie! If only I could write as you! Your wording makes me catch my breath as I read, and then I can't wait to read the same words over and over.... How talented you are poetess! How fortunate we have you here in Passions with us. Thank you for this keeper! ~warm hugs, Nancy~ ~I've loved you forever, in lifetimes before.~ |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
It's a song, a lovely, lovely song... |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
The song that the coyote sings a violin on tempered strings... each night the howling to the moon reflection of our inner tune... Lovely, Martie! |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
And the oak sighed and the coyote cried as the listening wind touched my cheek with again I lvoe these lines, Martie. So well written! I think I hear it in the distance. All writing comes |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I think Nancy covered it - I usually have to read them twice not because I don't understand them, but because I do, and want it not to be over! I wish this were mine, it is lovely! ~*~ Carpe' Diem ~*~ |
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Carol Lina Member
since 2001-11-18
Posts 94USA |
I tell you what, that last line is to die for! I love reading something I won't soon forget you know? Carolina |
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peaches73533 Senior Member
since 2001-11-04
Posts 981OK, USA |
You did a great job here. Peaches |
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