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She Missed him most When he was There
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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She Missed Him Most When he was There Oh, it’s hard, a season without him to tease to please, to squeeze, she said to herself, smiling in spite of his note on the table next to the basket of bananas. He was gone, gone to the place where handsome dark-haired men go, gone where reaching doesn’t find, gone where new beginnings start. He was already gone before the words. His eyes were the story, yes and the song he sang mornings as the shower ran hot and a certain sweet serenity was in his voice, the kind that comes from decisions. He, with his blue eyes that took her with him in a room then forgot she followed him to the roving curves and sleek shoulders, pausing meaningfully, he with his blue eyes. You ogle, she said as he turned and had the Gaul to look dismayed. He squeezed her hand and said, you are so lovely tonight. What was there to leave, after all. She had been missing him for so long that a note was almost a good thing. She had missed him most when he was there. She had missed him most when two of them before a fire sat and talked of nothing and ate crackers and cheese and drank beer and watched the children squabble on the floor. She missed him most, at tuck in time when ghosts were vanquished from closets and all was safe and right. She missed him most on the Sahara of their bed, on white sheets like hot sand and he a mirage just out of reach. Oh, it’s hard, a season without him to tease, to please, to squeeze, she said to herself, smiling in spite of his note on the table next to the basket of banana. But, she missed him most when he was there. < !signature--> In the dew of little things, the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. (ee cummings) [This message has been edited by Martie (edited 12-14-1999).] |
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Seaangel Member
since 1999-07-27
Posts 167Auckland, New Zealand |
Beautiful, touching, and sad... I hope if this was from life that she can find a friend to tease please and squeeze her..  |
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Seaangel Member
since 1999-07-27
Posts 167Auckland, New Zealand |
Oh Martie - another divinity penned from your hand! This is so sad.  K |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
I'll be waiting for Chapter II This is great writing Liz |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Gorgeous, Martie. Just decisively gorgeous. ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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sraet Junior Member
since 1999-08-04
Posts 31 |
Very touching! Thanks for sharing it. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Yes, this is wonderful, Martie! I enjoyed this so much! Denise |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Seaangel and Severn(with Seaangel's tag) sometimes life is sad. Liz--chapter 11? Let me think for a minute--and thanks Marge--Thankyou--You define gorgeousness Sraet--It's easy to share here. Thanks for reading Denise--thankyou for the compliment In the dew of little things, the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. (ee cummings) |
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Lynn Member
since 1999-09-20
Posts 316Jasper, Alabama U.S.A. |
Very touching and sad, Martie. And very well written. If time cannot heal your pain, you can always cry on my shoulder. ~Jenn~ |
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Pepper Member Elite
since 1999-08-19
Posts 3079Southern Florida |
Very touching indeed Martie.....and beautifully written as always... A soul that writes from the heart and shares it, truly gives a gift extraordinaire! |
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Tara Simms Senior Member
since 1999-08-12
Posts 1244Honea Path, SC USA |
I love the positive feel of the poem, with the narrator smiling through it all. So often, spouses leave long before they move out. It matters not how strait the gate; How charged with punishments the scroll; I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. --W.E. Henley |
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Sally S. Senior Member
since 1999-06-07
Posts 847Ohio |
Wow, a lot of different emotions felt here. (And sadly enough many relatable.) This was very touching and very well written. Nice work, Martie. P.S. There's a giant bird about to...I don't know what!!! |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Oh so touching!! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
this is so sadly beautiful |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Good grief Martie, is there more of this? If I don't find it will you send it to me please. A bump up the pole for you cause I can - and should! |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
No, Sharon...this was just one little piece of someone's life...mine...a long time ago. Thanks for bumping it.  |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
Enjoyed ARCTIC WIND |
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