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Martie
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0 posted 2002-05-29 12:16 PM



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Yes, I used to sing…before,
I sang you my heart like a treasured red marble.
I thought I pleased you with the rolling,
but you didn’t see past your own chaos
to the small slump of mine.

That didn’t stop me though,
for to grow,  I thought the spring needed air,
so I gave it voice, saw it take wing across the hills
while the baby smiled and fell down in the tall grass
and rolled around in the words of my love,
but you gave me a look that said many things,
one of them was not love,
no, not.

Once I thought that I could show you how I was
in all the tiny intricate corners, and I thought compassion
was part of something, something that I must have only imagined,
or was it because the familiar grows distain like mildew?
So somewhere in that so long ago I just gave up
trying to rub out the stain from your eyes.

I think it was on the day of loud crying you finally heard me,
not shaded by some lovely story, but sentry of my heart’s course.
You heard anger and the truth of all I spent on you.
Yet even then,  the sound only served to wake a sleeping child.

Now,  I have passed you and can only look back in wonder
at the tricks that life plays to bring some understanding.
Indeed, time is like that, a surface on which to spread out meaning,
then a place to count the cost, and add up the reasoning
and finally build a person set apart, almost whole.

And so the story goes that because of you,
I sing now with a voice that’s more controlled,
by me.
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Speaking here of my x husband...from many years past, and for some reason tonight...I needed to sing...thanks whoever might read and listen.


© Copyright 2002 Martie Odell Ingebretsen - All Rights Reserved
rwood
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1 posted 2002-05-29 12:21 PM


It's me..and probably a few others..who know..

Hug you here.

Amazed and connected.

Sincerely,
Reg

Joyce Johnson
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2 posted 2002-05-29 12:28 PM


It takes a while sometimes to find ourselves and to know when enough is enough.  I liked your poem.  Joyce
doreen peri
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3 posted 2002-05-29 12:45 PM


martie....... as always.... wonderful writing!! .... i read you much more often than i reply, just to let you know.... in my opiinion, you are one of the finest most articulate poet voices on the net...

... but more importantly... watch out!! your title is quite suggestive!! they may relocate you to ADULT!! LOL!!!!

*wink

seriously... i love this...... it's  a really fine piece of work...... as are you.....

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4 posted 2002-05-29 01:24 AM


It is a a pleasure to read and listen!

I think it was on the day of loud crying you finally heard me,
not shaded by some lovely story, but sentry of my heart’s course.
You heard anger and the truth of all I spent on you.
Yet even then,  the sound only served to wake a sleeping child.

Yet even then.....thank you Martie~

[This message has been edited by BluesSerenade (05-29-2002 01:25 AM).]

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5 posted 2002-05-29 06:41 AM


quote:
Indeed, time is like that, a surface on which to spread out meaning,
then a place to count the cost, and add up the reasoning
and finally build a person set apart, almost whole.

Yes. A good reason to write.

ethome
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6 posted 2002-05-29 06:46 AM


I figured it was about an ex as I was reading but the context is marvelously worded.
THen you cap it off with this beautiful reflecting poetic philosophy.
"Now,  I have passed you and can only look back in wonder
                 at the tricks that life plays to bring some understanding.
                 Indeed, time is like that, a surface on which to spread out meaning,
                 then a place to count the cost, and add up the reasoning
                 and finally build a person set apart, almost whole."

Beautiful work Martie.   I'm always amazed how the blues or a form of the blues inspires such beautiful writing!!
It's really true!  "Almost whole" and the beat of life goes on!

Dark Stranger
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7 posted 2002-05-29 08:57 AM


ms martie..you write with a heavy pen
leave such deep grooves
in your work..

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8 posted 2002-05-29 09:02 AM


"Indeed, time is like that, a surface on which to spread out meaning,
then a place to count the cost, and add up the reasoning
and finally build a person set apart, almost whole.

And so the story goes that because of you,
I sing now with a voice that’s more controlled,
by me.




(sigh) Wow! This is wonderful, sweet friend, I think we can all feel more motivated by our relations with others and while we may miss someone, their inspiration is endless in our hearts! (kiss on cheek) This is a very touching poem, sweet friend, 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

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

Shakira

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9 posted 2002-05-29 09:06 AM


And so the story goes that because of you,
I sing now with a voice that’s more controlled,
by me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Martie, so much said here,
and then the strong voice at the end...
wonderful full voice you have!
~Hugs~

~Somewhere in my heart I'm always
dancing with you in the summer rain~

Janet Marie
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10 posted 2002-05-29 11:29 AM


That didn't stop me though,
for to grow,  I thought the spring needed air,
so I gave it voice, saw it take wing across the hills
while the baby smiled and fell down in the tall grass
and rolled around in the words of my love,
but you gave me a look that said many things,
one of them was not love,
no, not.

Once I thought that I could show you how I was
in all the tiny intricate corners, and I thought compassion
was part of something, something that I must have only imagined,
or was it because the familiar grows distain like mildew?
So somewhere in that so long ago I just gave up
trying to rub out the stain from your eyes.


I think it was on the day of loud crying you finally heard me,
not shaded by some lovely story, but sentry of my heart's course.
You heard anger and the truth of all I spent on you.
Yet even then,  the sound only served to wake a sleeping child.

Now,  I have passed you and can only look back in wonder
at the tricks that life plays to bring some understanding.
Indeed, time is like that, a surface on which to spread out meaning,
then a place to count the cost, and add up the reasoning
and finally build a person set apart, almost whole.

==============================

You sing loud and clear with a pure voice in this POWERFUL purging write...
So much to see here...so much to learn from...
how sad when one grows up while the other grows away....
Even in the losses...we will grow if we learn from mistakes and misteps...but to grow one first has to learn to listen to the song
heart-hugs Martie-girl

I remembering being one and the same ...
closer even than the heat and the flame.

Tom Kimmel

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11 posted 2002-05-29 11:31 AM


Martie~

sing away I will gladly listen, and maybe hum the tune.... hugsss


Lauren~

I would rather have one breath of his hair,
one kiss of his mouth,
one touch of his hand
than an eternity without it.

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12 posted 2002-05-29 11:37 AM


Martie .... "...a voice that's more controlled..." Well said. Of all the arts, poetry requires the most control. A wise decision. Bob
Martie
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13 posted 2002-05-29 11:37 AM


Regina--hugs returned...and thank you for your understanding listen.

Joyce--Yes, and so nice to look back and know it's over.  Thank you for your reply.

Doreen--Thrilled to have you reply...and to know you read.  Thanks for such a high compliment!

Blues--Thank you for your listening.

Karilea--yes...for sure!

Eric--So many ways to sing the blues...but I think you do it best!

Dave--Yes, sometimes I do heavy.  Just so I don't forget to appreciate.

Noah--Thanks so much for your reply.

Nancy--Strength from adversity...hugs!

Janet Marie--You are one of the best listeners...heart hugs back to you, my friend!

Martie
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14 posted 2002-05-29 11:40 AM


Lauren--I'm singing sweetly today..hugs back.

Hi Bob--Thanks for reading and for your reply...always appreciate hearing from you!

jwesley
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15 posted 2002-05-29 12:53 PM


aye, dear Marite, I've known your words all to well in times past...my shoulder is always there when you need a place to cry, and my heart will always listen when you need to clear the air.


jwesley.

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16 posted 2002-05-29 01:27 PM


I'm a baritone.  D'ya think we'd make a good duet?
====================
Once I thought that I could show you how I was
in all the tiny intricate corners, and I thought compassion
was part of something, something that I must have only imagined,
or was it because the familiar grows distain like mildew?
====================
Kinda what my thoughts were for "ensnared."
You just said it much better than I


Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write.

[This message has been edited by Interloper (05-29-2002 01:28 PM).]

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17 posted 2002-05-29 10:33 PM


awww Martian....do you think love can EVER forget how to sing?
or to wake with the youth of a child
or to vanish the exuberance of a great memory?
Our lifetimes are like a vast storybook, ready to be revealed again,
but the ending.....sigh....
the endings are always the same.  The pleasure is
in the reading, getting there.  Amazing writing, Martian!

You are one WAAAAAY coool lady!
jeff

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18 posted 2002-05-29 10:39 PM


Mighty fine writing, Martie!

Cor

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19 posted 2002-05-29 10:40 PM


That didn't stop me though,
for to grow,  I thought the spring needed air,
so I gave it voice, saw it take wing across the hills
while the baby smiled and fell down in the tall grass
and rolled around in the words of my love,
but you gave me a look that said many things,
one of them was not love,
no, not.

This brought me to tears...all of this poem is a diamond that is you...delicately fashioned, incredibly strong.  It doesn't get any better than this, Martie

  

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20 posted 2002-05-30 05:11 PM


Incredible Martie!
Have I told you lately; how much I love the way you write?

All the way up to the moon and back again

Martie
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21 posted 2002-05-30 06:48 PM


Jimmy--What a sweet and sincere friendship offer...thank you, and likewise.

Interloper--Sometimes a baretone sounds good with a soprano...depends on if they can both carry a tune, or the same tune..and mine wasn't better, only different.

Jeff--you always make me feel so special..you are the way cool one!

Cor--Thanks for stopping and for the reply.  Appreciate it!

icequeen--What a wonderful reply...thank you!

cirrus--To the moon is a long way...but should be fun on a cloud!  Thanks, dear!

Madame Chipmunk
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22 posted 2002-05-30 11:23 PM


for to grow,  I thought the spring needed air,
so I gave it voice, saw it take wing across the hills
while the baby smiled and fell down in the tall grass
and rolled around in the words of my love,
but you gave me a look that said many things,
one of them was not love,
no, not.

So very sad, Martie....but you write sad so very well and you also write happy and beauty so well....you just write so well!

~sad hugs

Lyra

copyright2002 Lyra Nesius

"poetry is life distilled"  Gwendolyn Brooks

Elizabeth Santos
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23 posted 2002-05-30 11:30 PM


Yes, I understand
You say it so well
Love ya, girl
Liz

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