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Cloak and Tender
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Cloak and Tender |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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Cloak and Tender So quickly the evening falls into the movement of trees I feel morning like a portent in a hot cup it is brewing as your bag is packed your shirts all numbered and caressed as my eyes seek to remember their fall You check the garden and give it your hand like a woman who is dry it turns dark and moist from your careful water and I listen to the greening that comes from seed the sound is tender as cracked dirt like your eyes closing and filled with shadow or the silent movement of the worm it is part of the earth breathing I would be your cloak and tender slip inside where pockets wait your hand and be pulled out important and bright to watch your charm arrange the sky and make it more than what it was But some things are yours alone to glory be just you ..not me so I left a present there in your open palm and should you feel a warm spot it is just my love [This message has been edited by Martie (07-01-2002 09:36 AM).] |
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EagleScorpion Senior Member
since 2000-03-08
Posts 1644Here, Now, Forever |
hey i like the way you use the metaphors with the garden and the worm and whatnot. Hey goodbyes are never easy, Martie, but try and convince yourself that this person remains with you always through the love that you showed this person |
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Krishankins
since 2002-06-23
Posts 972Texas |
"should you feel a warm spot it is just my love" Powerful words! Powerful poem! Krishankins A bird never flies so high that it can't hit the ground |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Ah, so nice to find time to read you again, Martie. I've missed yr words. These smiling eyes are just a mirror for the sun. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
And don't the shirts of a packed suitcase have a totally different aroma Martie? Or is it that we never hold or smell them that way until they are folded and packed. This made me smile so, as it is so you, yes that is why...it is just so very, very you! (and that is a good thing!) Nothing means more to me than faith, |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
You check the garden and give it your hand like a woman who Is dry it turns dark and moist from your careful water as if those words weren't awesome enough then.... But some things are yours alone to glory be just you ..not me so I left a present there in you open palm and should you feel a warm spot it is just my love one word hon INCREDIBLE! Enjoy life, this is NOT a dress rehearsal. |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Martie...What can I say........Once again this is exceptional writing! "But some things are yours alone to glory be just you ..not me so I left a present there in you open palm and should you feel a warm spot it is just my love" And what a wonderful love and respect for life you possess.....Remarkable writing! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
So quickly the evening falls into the movement of trees I feel morning like a portent in a hot cup it is brewing as your bag is packed your shirts all numbered and caressed as my eyes seek to remember their fall ================================== I would be your cloak and tender slip inside where pockets wait your hand and be pulled out important and bright to watch your charm arrange the sky and make it more than what it was But some things are yours alone to glory be just you ..not me so I left a present there in you open palm and should you feel a warm spot it is just my love ========================== There is so much warm here to touch.... my goodness girlie...what a beautiful moment of inspire this is. Makes me sigh just thinking about the depth of this ones tenderness. What a gift of heartwords this is. Fold it and put it in his pocket... he'll feel the warm from it all day   |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Martie, My pick, I would be your cloak and tender slip inside where pockets wait your hand and be pulled out important and bright to watch your charm arrange the sky and make it more than what it was Love the way you arrange words.  |
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Goodknight Member Elite
since 2002-06-15
Posts 2386Ohio, USA |
Martie - such wonderful metaphors and i just enjoyed reading it over and over - thanks for the wonderful poem - Paul |
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Neeraja Senior Member
since 2002-06-22
Posts 812The Netherlands |
I had such a good time reading your poem.... |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
...Exquisite!!... |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
artist martie you do landscapes in nude glass colors can smell the lovely of them |
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S Arthur Grey Senior Member
since 2001-03-19
Posts 719woven by a poet's loom |
What a pleasure to read your words! S Arthur |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Opening your poems is a welcome reprieve no matter what time of day or night... or where I find them... |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Eagle--Yes, goodbye's always happen, luckily this one won't be for long..thanks. Kris--Thanks for the powerful..I like that word. Mike--I've missed your replies..good to see ya! Sharon--Thanks for understanding about the shirts. Donna--So glad you liked it..always good to see you! Eric--You always say the right things. Janet Marie--I'm hoping it lasts 10 days!  Sy--the feeling is mutual. Paul--thanks for the "over and over". Neeraja--I'm glad you did..thank you. Nancy---awwwww! DS--Your replies are almost as pretty as your poems. S. Arthur--Then I thank you for reading. Karilea--You're late..I was worried.  |
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Auguste
since 2000-02-16
Posts 3953By the sea |
Mister Toe will love this, Martie |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Martie~ You wear the feelings so well~ 'I would be your cloak and tender slip inside where pockets wait your hand and be pulled out important and bright to watch your charm arrange the sky and make it more than what it was' My, my ... the loveliest of the lovely entirety~ *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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