Open Poetry #4 |
Gracefully Moving Past |
Martie
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Gracefully Moving Past Things turn around and around, the world, the seasons, life, death and rebirth. What was, is again. Important times, like a favorite dream sure you’ll always remember, but you don’t. A wet child, my child, a small thing perhaps. I saw her through the kitchen window. with her head held up her mouth open. "A rain bath and a rain drink," she told me as she dripped glossy black hair splayed across her forehead, drops dangling from the tip of her nose, gold and green dancing like a cloudless day. She threw her arms around me a puddle formed at our feet, jabbered the way that young girls do when I realized what she said was not important, what was important was the way her colt legs pranced back and forth as she talked, the way she looked racing down the hall, running from her youth and away from me. I wanted to take a picture of the way my heart felt— so big with love that it hurt at the sight of her slender back, gracefully moving past. In the dew of little things, the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. (ee cummings) |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
So real, so alive is your poetry This is so warming and loving. It's beautiful Liz |
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Denise
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Very lovely, Martie! I enjoyed reading this! Denise |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
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Your poetry makes me ache, makes me want to claim the words, Martie. Wonderful. |
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Balladeer
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You have a style that is absolutely spellbinding, Martie. What a blessing to us you are. To the world you might be just one person but to one person you might just be the world. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Martie - This is one of the prettiest pieces I've read. A KODAK MOMENT for sure. It is beautifully written from a mother's heart. ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Martie
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Thank you so much for your replies to this poem. The heart of a poem is the reader. In the dew of little things, the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. (ee cummings) |
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