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Music From the Last of Autumn
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Music From the Last of Autumn |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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Music From the Last of Autumn Autumn takes me down to her place within my backyard The trees are halfway bare now with their clothing voiced in childs play I can hear their footsteps calling from the castles open door way The birds still wake at dawning and the dogs hide under blankets for the cold creeps into evening with it’s fingers made of midnight I can hear the heater’s humming as the minutes tick through night time and the part from open window holds cool breath that hits my pillow And I want to keep the sunshine long into the end of daylight for her feeling on my skin now is like a new beginning Where the child in me runs frolic ‘cross the green hills of September and the water is so warm that I can swim without my clothes on And the jumping of the flowers is like time in spring’s fast forward across the sweep of window where the trees are moving graceful And I want to travel with them dance along a perfect sky lane wrap my arms around the swollen sweetly scented linen But the minutes tick towards winter and my fingers are so cold now I can hardly feel the keyboard or the toes within my slippers But still I feel like dancing Out the open door to dapple In the playground made of sunshine And the tree swaying with apples And to bite and hear them crunchun is the music from the last of autumn ------------ The rhythm from this series was inspired by the music of Leonard Cohen’s song, Suzanne. http://www.seeklyrics.com/lyrics/Leonard-Cohen/Suzanne.html |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
How beautiful Martie.. and it is strange, without even reading your addition after the poem regarding the song Suzanne... I had the music in my head after the first two lines. A lovely keeper indeed. Hugs~Nancy ~Let peace begin with me... |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Wonderful, wonderful poem. I could hear the beat of autumn and the rustling of dancing leaves even without the music. This has all the colour and innocence of childhood. excellent job. Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
This was music to my ears...wow Martie..Just beautiful... thank you.  m xx how i would love you, love you as no one ever did! Die and still, love you more. And still love you more..and more |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
started to highlight favorite lines, then realized I couldn't. Martie! This is spectacular writing, and made me feel so carefree. You have captured the child in all of us so well with your words!  |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
This is lovely: And I want to keep the sunshine long into the end of daylight for her feeling on my skin now is like a new beginning and Martie? It would not matter if you were in the middle of the Arctic Zone, the sun would still shine for you. It does for me when I read you. I have this thing with Peter Pan (my son is 6) and aftee reading Barrie's original (astounding) I always refer to people as Peter Pans . . . the ones who see . . . like you do. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
MartieSis~ This is as lovely as they come~ I'm coming back to read again ... got a house full of grandie girlies and 4 of their friends~ BEAUTIFUL~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*No matter what I search for ... |
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kayjay Member Elite
since 2002-06-24
Posts 2015Oregon |
This is a lovely story..and I too thought of the tune Suzanne as I read it. Looks like Enchantress has similar thoughts. The words really flow...like the river where Suzanne took me with her oranges. Hugs Ken Through rubble and trouble and dark of night |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Martie Love your style of writing. It takes you away and brings you back. |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Made me smile! Thanks... |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Martie, dear Martie Where the child in me runs frolic ‘cross the green hills of September and the water is so warm that I can swim without my clothes on and you do so with words as well beautiful...simply stunning!!! thank you for sharing.... |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
I’ve always loved that song, and I’ve never understood why....something about the poetry within its lyric, and the way it builds from within, then falls into the simplest of endings – complexity within simplicity. You’ve done the same here, and I like the way you echo the words of that song without cloning them. I also like something else, very much: there’s a quiet joy in this, an underlayment of hopeful love, that doesn’t deny the winter, but doesn’t succumb to it either. Those are among the very things that first drew me to your poetry. Sometimes recently I’ve missed them, even though I knew where they had gone….and it’s so good, to watch them coming back! ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I loved that song for years before I learned how much I was missing by not knowing more of his music. *S* You've captured such beautiful echoes of Cohen... as well as the lovely melody that is Martie... and the whole is superb. *S* |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Well, I've read this for about the fifth time in a short period...of some 24 hours.... and I keep getting chills...from the sweet confection of memories and yestertimes... you brought me home again, honey, but the lump in my heart that I had to overcome to stop and say... thank you... was naught but a small mountain to climb. Sometimes I believe your muse has to find a perfect time when you can turn around to help others remember something so delicately pleasant, a memory-touch of past senses, of baked bread smells rising yeasty with scent, to fill a moment of love...one of those places we paint as a Norman Rockwell moment, because, well, that's what our memories do for us... when we want to hold on to the very best... like times from the Last of Autumn... I'm hijacking this for my new wing in my library - one with the name Martie over the Portico...    "There's a reason they call God The Creator - he sides with talent." Julia Cameron |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Martie, I have no idea how you can continue coming out with poems of nature that are all so unique and stirring in their own way.....just don't stop! |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Leonard Cohen is in a class all his own as you are, dear lady! A stirring write, Martie. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Martie, this is remember-beautiful. I am spending far too much time and money being online in this forum than I should, but there is so much lovely poetry and so many wonderful people that it is difficult to go offline (except of course when my phone voucher ends and does that for me!). I read every word of your poem and bathed myself in it and have copied it to re-read (many times) offline. I have also copied Suzanne lyrics (which I just skimmed through online and thought it was lovely) to read offline too. Thank you for the joy your poem brought me. - Owl |
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majnu
since 2002-10-13
Posts 1088SF Bay Area |
yes, yes, and yes again. echoes of LC too. -majnu |
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Goodknight Member Elite
since 2002-06-15
Posts 2386Ohio, USA |
yep - I was humming Suzanne while I was reading - wonderful melody for a terrific poem - you are the best Martie - Paul |
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