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Vernal Spring
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Vernal Spring |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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Finally, there were no more telephone lines stretching across the blue, whipped cream sky. The blacktop had become gravel long ago, and the lost trees, the ones that perfumed the air and directed the wind only minutes ago, were gone somewhere beyond the brown rolling hill's soft, belying appearance. I was going to write a vernal spring onto the hot barren dirt, for I had passed it on the way here, knew the ripe orange blossom of its proof and the grasses course green overture, as if I were the damp, listening wind. The endless seeming road was ahead and behind me as I stood with the sun, wanting to dig barefooted into the dust and rock until I found what I knew would quench my thirst. But instead, I found that I wasn't thirsty. |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Oh how you describe the afterthought of fire and rain. Spring is eternal in you Marti, and you give us drink upon your words. Loved this, and so very nice to read you again.  |
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moonbeam
since 2005-12-24
Posts 2356 |
Music as usual Martie. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
You have a talent for engaging the senses of a reader which heightens the reading experience. I could see, smell, and feel as you did. Your poems are always well-worth the wait, Martie Flowers!  Linda |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
knew the ripe orange blossom of its proof and the grasses course green overture, as if I were the damp, listening wind. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ loving this!! Gosh Martie, it's always so good to read you, you grace these pages with such tender beauty. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Finding you are not thirsty is a growing process that comes slowly but well worth it. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"I found that I wasn't thirsty." This really resonates with me today, Martie. It's good to read thoughts from you. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
You and nature always engage in a most beautiful dialogue, dear Martie. Love, Margherita |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
a 'write' most fine! MUCH (sustained) applause!! |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Fine writing, Martie. Ida |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
I'm smiling big here Martie, wow.. you never cease to amaze me and that ending line? Perfect! smiles hugs and a kiss. Have missed you. m |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
Wonderful Martie! ~ **Sigh** ARCTIC WIND |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
"...I found that I wasn't thirsty." |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
The endless seeming road was ahead and behind me as I stood with the sun, ~*~ I know those roads... and the endless and the seeming and the sun. Such long shadows... You make me smile so large that even the dark shadows smile... |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
I got a "Martie fix" today Thank you, revered poetess This is how I rememeber your work Love you Liz |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
REALLY glad to see this 'write' return near the top of the "P.I.P.-land" by the cyber-sea queue! continuing applause for this fine 'penning' !! |
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D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
The imagery is dynamic, and powerful. I love the last part: The endless seeming road was ahead and behind me as I stood with the sun, wanting to dig barefooted into the dust and rock until I found what I knew would quench my thirst. But instead, I found that I wasn't thirsty. |
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