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Breathing Bees
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Breathing Bees |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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Breathing Bees Remember last year when I said... The morning glories are at it again, love, in their bold blue they have considered the fence and conquered it in a blink, then to the rose bush, blushing and shy with thorns at point. They slide their tendrils across the porch and meander across the deck in periwinkle splendor, the bee squeezes out, humming high, to look and see such dotted bliss across the yards and up the telephone pole across the wires where GTE sighs. Remember, last spring, they covered our private domain and with what reverence I held them for the memory they brought of back yard and sipping sweet nectar, this child so carefree in delight at spring where the weeds were tall and green and the plum tree horse bloomed out. Remember how, come fall we pulled our spent backs on the withered remains and swore them to be gone with their voracious appetite for taking over even conversation with tinted color so true and vibrant that a day could not see sky or stream to match or eyes ever strong enough with pigment. Well love, while walking only steps from our front door, I saw them moving from the neighbor’s chain-link and they were on there way to send just a bloom or two our way as a reminder that while we’re sleeping, the movement through our dreams that lights the dark sky with vivacious hue, in morning’s glory will be nestled beneath our windowsill breathing bees. ______ 4-00 |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Bless you...darn if you don't spin magic... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
The morning glories are at it again, love, in their bold blue they have considered the fence and conquered it in a blink, then to the rose bush, blushing and shy with thorns at point. They slide their tendrils across the porch and meander across the deck in periwinkle splendor, ======================================== Remember how, come fall we pulled our spent backs on the withered remains and swore them to be gone with their voracious appetite for taking over even conversation with tinted color so true and vibrant that a day could not see sky or stream to match or eyes ever strong enough with pigment. =========================================== Your poetry wraps around me in colored splendor.... this one is written across my landscapers heart.  Awake again I can't pretend ... and I know I'm alone ... |
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Alwye
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since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
*sighs*.......so lovely, Martie. I agree, you do seem to always spin magic. This makes me long for summer so badly....it seems like it'll never come up here in MN. But anyway, gorgeous words, I loved every line of this one.  *Krista Knutson* "An eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind." -Gandhi [This message has been edited by Alwye (03-09-2002 11:15 PM).] |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
*Sitting here smiling and nodding.* I have been here Martie, other years with this same magical vine that seemingly grows several feet as soon as you turn your back. Up and over the neighbour's garage, twisting in and out of other plants...wandering up and down and inbetween. But, what I would give to look outside right now and see one of it's blossoms peeking in my window.  Wonderful write dear friend. ~Hugs, Nancy~ ~Sometimes all you really wish for... |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
Remember how, come fall we pulled our spent backs on the withered remains and swore them to be gone with their voracious appetite for taking over even conversation with tinted color so true and vibrant that a day could not see sky or stream to match or eyes ever strong enough with pigment. Wow! What a beautiful description of bees, Martie...it really hit the stinger on the head in lovely poetic style. A few years ago, I pulled up a vine in my yard and inadvertantly disturbed a nest. I got stung all over, from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. Now I have a condo...I don't do any more yard work. ((hugs))  copyright2002 Lyra Nesius |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Time to do some planting.. You've got me ...  |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (smiles) Awwwwwwwww, those little rascal plants, I too know those morning glories so uch and they can be irritating indeed, though I always love theit blossoms! (kiss on cheek) I can't wait for the spring to come, sweet friend, this is wonderful, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Martie, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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strbbux Member Elite
since 2001-12-19
Posts 3859 |
Oh what a breathtaking poem on those beautiful morning glories that love to take over. Lovely as usual Martie, floria Floria |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
have to agree with Kari..magic..that's the word... I love bees...have an affinity for them (unless I stand on one of course...)  K |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Martie, reading you lifts me up off the floor and brings me back down with a sigh adding this to my library Have missed you. Maree |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
MartieSis~ You bee's oh, so cool~  Love this ... love you~ *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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