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The Crunch and Clamor of Thought
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The Crunch and Clamor of Thought |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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The Crunch and Clamor of Thought What can time tell the sky of the listening ear? In the morning there is light that explains the trembling questions of the night and in the yard the sweet pea snakes its tendrils up and the dormant yearns to open. She muddles through decaying leaves spread across her lap they fall in unchecked number as she rakes them into cans and barrels mows them into compost distributes them in earnest to grow from all this lesson a garden in the mind. The crunch and clamor of thought in winter’s chill was harbored against the freeze nestled darkly in pungent soil cannot wait for spring’s delight to break and seek sun’s solace for the errant butterfly succumbs to the color of words that grow and bloom in profundity and sits on those fingers in opening grace. And she is surprised that this attitude could bring depth and breadth to what was longing and that expression could eclipse her burgeoning need for solace and that all the sky is open to her questioning habit and that from this throne a crown is already displayed. What is is not glitter but ripe and blooming and even the sky is listening as time stands still. < !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 01-11-2000).] |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Oh, Martie, this is beautiful! I love the way you weave your words together!  Denise |
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Toerag Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622Ala bam a |
Great job Martie....ikindaweavemywordstogethertoobutit's usually cuzoftoomuchdrinketc.....LOL>...good job sweets... |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Mesmerizing, Martie ... You are really enjoyable to read. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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RainbowGirl Member Elite
since 1999-07-31
Posts 3023United Kingdom |
Martie: That last verse is so peaceful.. HUGS Don't ask me where I'm going, just listen when I'm gone and far away you'll hear me singing softly to the dawn. |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Martie, First of all, the title beckons a read And then each line makes you anticipate the next. I don't know how you create a feeling with words the way you do. It is amazing! Liz |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Denise-your replies always mean so much to me. Toe-you can't fool me, you are sweet. Thanks for your friendship Marge RG-your hugs are always there. Thankyou Liz-thank you so much, I can hardly wait to see you. |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
A wonderful read, enjoyed muchly. |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Beautiful!!! |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Ditto to all the above. Well spoken! |
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kitkat Senior Member
since 2000-01-11
Posts 878Nova Scotia |
Enjoyed this very much. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
but that ending...wow, I love that especially |
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