Martie
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2005-06-06
10:56 PM
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Coming of age on the ski slopes of the lost
In the corridor outside the locked door, I lay down in a small warm spot coming from under the door of room five. My sleeping bag was unrolled and I was inside in a curled knot with all my clothes on, yet still freezing and thinking "stupid me", to let the bus depart!
The mountain was Donner’s Pass. You know the place? I laugh at the absurd notion of ski clothes made from five pair of panty hose now sopping wet and sweat pants….boots? No not today; try tennis shoes and three pairs of socks.
The bus had let my friend and I off on the summit at midnight and there was no hotel, no lights…nothing! Only snow and cold and this empty hallway to no where.
I wonder now after years have pushed me, how would I now choose a bus, and to where, if all I wanted was to get away, away to where there was more then city, and the ever present books of school?
Yes, I would choose the book as a place to go. In the middle of any night or day to take me into the mountain or detain me in an embrace that turned down the page of good parts, lit and lanquid with nectar sweet of gods and children; and all the pretty people of the streets of San Francisco that I left behind at the terminal would never even know, like then; never know that I was gone, or had ever been.
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Martie Odell Ingebretsen
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2005-06-06
11:16 PM
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Wow. Simply wow...when you lay it out, you really lay it out. I've known too well that feeling, of being doomed by choices you didn't know you were unprepared to make...made a few and sometimes celebrated, more usually wished for something I'd lost....but never this. You've been places few have been, and you tell them....in the way that only Martie can.
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S Arthur Grey
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woven by a poet's loom
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2005-06-06
11:31 PM
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I wish I could get that lost right now . . .
"never know that I was gone or had ever been"
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littlewing
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2005-06-07
02:17 AM
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Martie, this is why I adore you because you always take me someplace I never expected to be. And here, you took me to SF where one day I will have my px taken on the corners of Haight-Ashbury and deeper, you took me to the understanding that there are times in life when we choose things, not really knowing why at the time, but quite grateful for it later on, or regretful, either way, lesson learned.
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LeeJ
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2005-06-07
07:46 AM
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Martie, your amazing, I don't know what your full intent was here, but while reading this couldn't help but kick myself in the butt, over and over again...something bout acceptence....
hun, your amazing...love your mind...like a grace from above...your pen flows like a fine glass of wine...
Lovely lady, watch it, your growing...and blooming like a lovely rose.
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Susan Caldwell
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2005-06-07
08:38 AM
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Wonderfully done Martie!
"too bad ignorance isn't painful" ~Unknown~
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Marge Tindal
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2005-06-07
09:11 AM
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MartieSis~
'I wonder now after years have pushed me'
Oh ... my ...~
'all the pretty people of the streets of San Francisco that I left behind at the terminal would never even know, like then; never know that I was gone, or had ever been.'
Oh my ... oh my~
The scenic poetic touch of total Martiesque~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, the spirit rejoices over what it has left. - Sufi epigram <))><
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Sunshine
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2005-06-07
03:03 PM
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You made those turns pretty good, after all...
and as for yesterday's choices?
They made the poet we see today.
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serenity blaze
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2005-06-07
03:27 PM
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I read this just after I thought to myself that lately I feel like a hobbit restless for adventure.
Dangerous perhaps, but it's the stuff that inspire legends.
Such as this one, sweet marite. Yep. Just like this one.
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2005-06-07
04:43 PM
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bravo ma'am... bravo...
always a pleasure to read you and this..certainly is no exception... I enjoyed... immensely
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Mysteria
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2005-06-07
08:40 PM
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Another wonderful slice of life, that makes the pie, of "I." Enjoyed this Martie. ~* Carpe' Diem *~
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icebox
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2005-06-09
04:52 AM
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This is a very insightful, self-aware poem with a really great title.
I remember those feelings of "how did I choose this?"
Well done!
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Earth Angel
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2005-06-09
08:44 AM
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~ and with every life experience, you have blossomed and grown.
I appreciate how you alway turn what you have learned into such wondrous and glorious poetry.
Sending you a flower from my garden,
Linda
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Goodknight
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2005-06-09
04:56 PM
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life becomes poetry and poetry becomes life through your insightful and deeply presented images and feelings - just great Martie - Paul
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bslicker
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2005-06-10
12:04 PM
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enjoyed bernie A smile a day keeps the world in smile's. Bernie Slicker
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Janet Marie
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2005-06-10
05:19 PM
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Yes, I would choose the book as a place to go. In the middle of any night or day to take me into the mountain or detain me in an embrace that turned down the page of good parts, lit and lanquid with nectar sweet of gods and children; ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
you know Im smiling at this, right? clever clever you.... poet poet poet... you you you.... Dont give up on me ... I'm about to come alive ...
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2005-06-11
05:11 AM
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Martie All of my poetry books have dog ears on certain pages...Those little turned down corners denote special meaning, they mean the poems have considerable merit, that the poem is special to me...consider this poem dog eared.....
----------ice/ford ><>
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