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After the Door is Closed
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After the Door is Closed |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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across the lawn of stick up daisies and dandilions is a door not an ordinary door for it opens onto a stage full of performers ones you can't see and under it's hallow boards the bones of the past echo long after the door is closed |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Wellllll....what have we here? Tis good to see you again, m'lady....and this one is a magic carpet ride. I haven't been to PiP for a bit, and it looks like I dropped in at just the right moment! ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> ______________Ratleader______________ |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
Understanding this... You wrote it beautifully, Martie. hugs, misc'e |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Oh, yes... definitely understanding. Excellent work! |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Awwww, Martie, how true it is when we are close to nature....that door seems so far away. Beautiful verse!  ....jo |
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StevenS Senior Member
since 2005-09-21
Posts 945L. A. (Lower Alabama) |
I love it Martie, Those echos can be very comforting to hear even after the door is closed. :-) |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
...and I hear the haunting... of things that cannot be undone or unsaid... matters that won't disappear no matter how much bleach or sandpaper is applied. I sense more behind what the closed door hides. Well done, Sissie... it leads one both ways. |
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Goodknight Member Elite
since 2002-06-15
Posts 2386Ohio, USA |
great poetry Martie - you do it so very well - Paul |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I'm always in awe |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Martie - I have to ditto Dixie's comment. No question about it - poetry is definitely your thing and such a pleasure for us all to read. Thank you! |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
 That dang door never seems to close. |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Thank you for your replies. I feel the poem needs a little explanation. In a park near where I live there is an old outdoor stage. It has two doors that open onto the stage itself. The rest is open to the outside where people would sit on the grass or in seats. When I went in the door, I felt such a feeling of doom. It was like something very bad had happened there at one time. (I don't mean a bad performance) There are holes in the wooden stage...looking in I felt like I might find the bones of some old performer or the victim of some crime. The feeling stayed with me long after I exited the stage. Spooky! |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Martie, there is a place like that near here where I am located, but it is still used for some performances over the summer months...and you are correct, it feels like something lingers there, lost.. Hugs sweetie. |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
When I wrote my poem, Sheraton on Canal Street, I remember that the punch of the poem was in the visit to the battlefield of Chalmette. It was there that I believed I could even smell death. Perhaps it was because on December 23, 1814, that the event occurred. Perhaps it was because it was the day after Christmas, that we were visiting the field. Such a small area...leaving behind such a large consequence. The time of my visit was in December of 1999. I didn't really know serenity then, or I would have called her to come and show me other sights.  But what I do remember, distinctly, is the sun shining down on me...the feel of the grass under my feet...and the chills going through my body. Yes, Martie...I knew there was something more to this poem when I first read it... thank you for your sensitivities... |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
The poem stood on its own and did not require an explanation. However, your explanation in one of the replies that you wrote, added a new dimension to it and I appreciated the poem even more! Linda |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Martie, I'm glad you wrote the explanation, because when I read the poem, I felt something such as this. Thank you for confirming my thoughts. I could feel a chill go over me as I read.... yep, it was kind of spooky. LOL Hugs, Ethel |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
Excellent write. Loved it! JL  |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"and under it's hallow boards the bones of the past echo long after the door is closed' I have to agree with EA.. no explanation necessary but I loved the explanation too. |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
There are stories of haunted stages! Maybe you happened upon one of them. I'm glad you explained why you wrote this. I was wondering about it. You captured the uneasiness well. ~ karen |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
The thought, spooky The writing, Martie Keep the ink flowing, love It is an inspiration for me to try harder Liz |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
"the bones of the past echo long after the door is closed" Too true! |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
I am always left in deep thought when I open your poems... Drifting off once again... ---------ice ><> |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
always a marvelous write from you Honeysuckle alot happens "after the door is closed" 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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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Oh, Martie, I do so enjoy the poetic path you take us, and particularly in this poem! Absolutely loved the poem, the explanation and the responses from the other poets. Thank you. - Owl |
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Greeneyes
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
Martie you always tug my heart with your words.....this is just beautiful, even in its ache.... And so it those we live with |
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icequeen Senior Member
since 2001-12-09
Posts 633FL USA |
I do so love your writing, Martie. You can take your feelings and demonstrate them in the most magnificent way. It is good to read you again  Caroline He who wants a rose must respect the thorn. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
yes indeed it does....this was heartwrenching...and needs to go back up to the top again...everyone should read this...lady, your writing is so passionate...so true to your convictions |
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poettothecars Senior Member
since 2006-02-10
Posts 1093New Zealand |
5325 Martie's Child 21 April 2006 Across the garden as a rose to a flower Her name was Martie, and she was best dressed A dandelion to the wind each one, many a cede Like that in variegation her path in fortune to read Happiness a daisy to pluck "she loves me" or was that not Untangled in ways of child a daughter raised in tiny tot Heaven her angel borne calling back to Mommy on high There was no answer, there was truth there was love, and there was why © 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet) a poet who cares |
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