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Sunshine

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Listening to every heart

0 posted 2002-05-10 08:30 PM

Guitar Man

You walk those days easy
when it says “bookmark me”, you
lady them safe between the leaves
that diary your soul

soft sun never loses that tinge of
warm, nor does blue strike
the sky, but folds as cherished eider
to down all sound

such was the day, so was her age,
new and fresh, and she rippled
through awkward on her way
to woman’s grace

she stood beneath, by, with
the pine, half-hiding from that boy
in brown and green and looking
like love

bent over his guitar, thumbing,
strumming, crying his heart on strung
out sound, opting to polish his
spit to shine,

he played for that tinge of warm,
struck that sky blue into folds
as cherished eider,
downing all sound

to her ears alone,
it skipped across placid green
to amble in her ears,
and felt like love

if her presence presented him
with reasons to strum
she never knew for he never
stopped looking like love

but when she walks these days easy
when it says “bookmark me”, she
ladies them open, peers between the leaves
that diaried her soul, and wonders of

the Guitar Man

Magnus

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since 2001-10-10

Posts 14135
South Carolina, USA

1 posted 2002-05-10 08:37 PM

KJ...Yep, I do remember those days of 1966.
Graduation, becoming a man...well, almost..
And I do very much remember the sounds
on the radio playing that tune....many many
times....

This was fantastic, loved it!

Enchantress
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since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

2 posted 2002-05-10 08:49 PM

if her presence presented him
with reasons to strum
she never knew for he never
stopped looking like love

but when she walks these days easy
when it says “bookmark me”, she
ladies them open, peers between the leaves
that diaried her soul, and wonders of

the Guitar Man
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Oh, how I remember Karilea!
Gawd I love this...and I'm keeping it!
~Hugs for this one!~

Marsha

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since 2000-07-10

Posts 7423
Maidstone Kent England

3 posted 2002-05-10 09:01 PM

Kari darling sister of my heart this is awesome, truly exceptional writing. You again have excelled darling heart, you really are a incredibly good at this. Capturing the words and pinning them to the page. Absolutely first class, you really are a very very fine writer. As I’ve mentioned once of maybe twice. And this with its perfect and exquisite language usage is simply stunning.

You knew I’d love this didn’t you ……. Utterly utterly excellent writing and of course I love it utterly utterly

Love and warm stuff
As always
Mushy

To give light to them that sit in darkness..... to guide our feet into the way of peace Luke 2:79

Balladeer

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Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA

4 posted 2002-05-10 09:19 PM

I'm afraid I missed a good part of the sixties...whatever this refers to included...it is beautiful writing though

Nightshade

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since 2001-08-31

Posts 13962
just out of reach

5 posted 2002-05-10 09:22 PM

Sunshine - do I remember?!! Well, let me tell ya....1966 was my favourite year. I was sweet sixteen, the summer days were lazy and long....and I thought it would last forever. Maybe I just "wished" it would last forever. Thankyou for this - it is library bound. Chris

Life is not measured by breaths you take, but by moments that take your breath away.

Mistletoe Angel

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since 2000-12-17

Posts 32816
Portland, Oregon

6 posted 2002-05-10 10:18 PM

(big hugggssssssss) Sadly, I was born in 1983 so I never got to live any part of the sixties, though I do research of it a lot and I must say I love and am fascinated with that era and somehow I feel I always get nostalgia and that's ironic because I never lived then! (sigh) I just love all kinds of music and am learning to play acoustic guitar also and I just love walking around in the Boulder mall and in Hispanic supermarkets where the hippies play guitar and I love to watch and listen! (smiles) This is excellent, sweet friend, the music and the spirit of the sixties still plays in your heart now, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Karilea, thank you for sharing!

May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton

"Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..."

Shakira

Madame Chipmunk
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since 2001-12-05

Posts 8296
Michigan

7 posted 2002-05-10 10:32 PM

such was the day, so was her age,
new and fresh, and she rippled
through awkward on her way
to woman’s grace

This is FANTASTIC writing, Karilea...and yes I remember the sixties quite well...
this is a beautiful coming of age poem.

~hugs from the past

Lyra

copyright2002 Lyra Nesius

"poetry is life distilled" Gwendolyn Brooks

Ivy Rose
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since 2001-12-29

Posts 1300
MA, USA

8 posted 2002-05-11 12:23 PM

Sunshine...Love the uniqueness of the phrases you use in this poem. EXQUISITE POEM!!! **Ivy Rose

Martie

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Posts 28049
California

9 posted 2002-05-11 01:25 AM

Karilea

Yes, I remember! What a time those were..Thank you for thinking of me when you wrote this...I still love the guitar man.

Mysteria

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since 2001-03-07

Posts 18328
British Columbia, Canada

10 posted 2002-05-11 01:36 AM

1965 - Todd was born and Neil, ("The" Guitar Man), held him as he was baptized and became his Godfather. Now what better memory than that could I possibly have? Your poem brought back the good part of the 60's that I did bookmark and still do actually. Loved this.

We should spend less time worrying about when our life is going to end and more on when it's going to start!

tracie66
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since 2000-01-18

Posts 4713
Australia

11 posted 2002-05-11 06:19 AM

Oh WOW!!! this is truly awesome sunshiny girl

and 1966 the best year ever, the year I was born

Tracie

Love is the life of the soul...
It is the harmony of the universe

andEmmamakes3
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since 2002-05-11

Posts 66
Kent

12 posted 2002-05-11 08:36 PM

Auntie Kari it’s Emma here I’m Mushy’s younger prettier daughter. This is a particularly fine example of your excellent writing a really beautiful poem from you and I love it

I have no idea what the sixties were like I wasn’t born to 1976 but mum tells me it was an exciting time to grow up in.

lots of love
Emma

Eternity, stands laughing at old time
for ages? In the grand ancestral line
Of things eternal, mounting to divine

EternitysHorizon
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since 2002-05-03

Posts 145
Twilight's Orchestra

13 posted 2002-05-11 09:24 PM

A remeberance made very fine
by use of unsual verb forms
I very much like the verbs here
takes the piece to a different level
while nostalgic, it is crisp in those very
refreshing verbs

Well done indeed
My thanks

bsquirrel

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since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

14 posted 2002-05-12 02:08 AM

.......whoa (

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