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Martie
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0 posted 2007-04-15 04:44 PM




I see the open door,
come two, come four,
the dry dirt holds its tender cover
where petals all color and blushful
dot the floor.

Thatched with muscle from the pine,
I pull the plug on holding back
and cuddle up within me, a tree so high
my sky is colored green,
and under me a bed too soft to lay my head
is for dancing instead.

(Dare I ignite the muffled laughter
of the critters all scurry run beneath me?
After all, I’m standing on their pine needle rafters.)

One after another day, should I weep,
as the fabric not tatted falls around my feet?
No downpour from this leak
can awaken youth;
yet, I see another truth.  

Ardor in blood is born
and I am torn;  each piece must consider
how the wind sweeps the needle’s path
onto a canvas without brush or paint,
knowing that nothing lasts….
or does it?

Something wild and wet in loving
can be made fertile again by mulching;
so, to faint upon a ground so considerate
merits knowing who held the wand
that wonder made it
and also tracked the lines across my face
and with one finger found the fragile lace.




[This message has been edited by Martie (04-16-2007 05:27 PM).]

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Sunshine
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1 posted 2007-04-15 04:51 PM



Aha...


and...

yes!


Marge Tindal
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2 posted 2007-04-15 06:07 PM


AhMartieSis~

'each piece must consider
how the wind sweeps the needle’s path
onto a canvas without brush or paint,
knowing that nothing lasts…
or does it?'


You indeed find the 'wand' when quilling such precious pieces as this~

*Huglets*
~*Marge*~

~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~
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3 posted 2007-04-15 06:55 PM


life, live for every precious moment.

enjoyed.

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4 posted 2007-04-15 07:48 PM


"so, to faint upon a ground so considerate
merits knowing which wand was wonder made"


And this reader believes you've always known the wand's magic.

The Lady
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5 posted 2007-04-15 10:43 PM





"to track the lines across my face
and with one finger find the fragile lace.

ahhh... 'tis not hard to find your fragile lace Martie
what's not rock is lace
and beautiful lace too

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6 posted 2007-04-18 03:37 PM




(smiles) There's nothing more perennial than little wonders themselves, and they are truly what caress the stems and roots of all and renew, yay! (angel friendship hugs) This is wonderfully heartfelt, 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

"If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other"

Mother Teresa

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7 posted 2007-04-18 06:50 PM


quote:
and cuddle up within me, a tree so high
my sky is colored green,
and under me a bed too soft to lay my head
is for dancing instead.



Your pen is the wand! Everything transforms,  every phase of existence has its own beauty.

Simply exquisite, dear Martie!

Love and hugs.
Margherita

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8 posted 2007-04-18 10:03 PM


fine 'write'!

I especially liked:

"how the wind sweeps the needle’s path
onto a canvas without brush or paint,
knowing that nothing lasts...
or does it?"

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9 posted 2007-04-19 11:28 AM


me thinks your wand of ink is very magical Martie.  Hugs
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10 posted 2007-04-19 12:45 PM


Martie...Just beautiful in every way.
The coming of a new season, with a touch of remembrance of Michelle and your loneliness and need. Heartfelt hugs dear lady...Paul

~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~
Paul

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11 posted 2007-04-19 02:06 PM


OMGoodness!  Exceptional poem, Martie!   ........jo
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12 posted 2007-04-19 03:50 PM


WOW!!  Such a wonderful write dear Martie!!

~ Trace my body with your words,
  in doing so, you touch my heart ~

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13 posted 2007-04-23 01:42 PM


Martie - those of us who can't wonder how you do this...you are something else and this is wonderful - Paul
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14 posted 2007-04-26 12:03 PM


I pull the plug on holding back
and cuddle up within me, a tree so high
my sky is colored green,
and under me a bed too soft to lay my head
is for dancing instead.

Your words certainly dance across the page... with grace unmatched. *S* Lovely!

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15 posted 2007-04-26 01:00 PM


Something wild and wet in loving
can be made fertile again by mulching;
so, to faint upon a ground so considerate
merits knowing who held the wand
that wonder made it
and also tracked the lines across my face
and with one finger found the fragile lace.


you
are
amazing

thoroughly enjoyed this

Kit McCallum
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16 posted 2007-04-26 04:47 PM


"Ardor in blood is born
and I am torn;  each piece must consider
how the wind sweeps the needle’s path
onto a canvas without brush or paint,
knowing that nothing lasts….
or does it?"

Oh, Martie. I know I've been away for a while, but your writing is wonderfully visual and flowing as always.

I really enjoyed this reflection. Lovely work..

Best wishes,
/Kit

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17 posted 2007-04-26 06:46 PM


and with one finger found the fragile lace.

always a pleasure to read your words...fine and fragile...like lace.

M

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18 posted 2007-08-28 11:53 AM


A treasure of a read!

*~coco~*
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