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Her Twisted Silky Threads
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Her Twisted Silky Threads |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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(from the archieves) Her Twisted Silky Threads Love is such folly voice, singing tangled bars that drain rhythm’s sweet tempestuous storm, like a heart song given across parched perception that changes true to need. Love gladly touches whispers in glade’s bend and bow, rising to the redwood’s strength, but such a height is dizzying and falling on tundra that protests its very loveliness seems more safe. Why is a heart so careful it careens, falling as it stands next to tattered need expecting Suresh from languid sand that holds no echo but gives into itself? She would gladly open, show her twisted silky threads to you of noble and sweet vibrant core, but listen, still the sound is silent and withered, has dwindled into stone in cold and hardened lack, to sit and gaze across the meadow-land of earth and light, for the song for want has ended, waiting. |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
This is one to cherish and so vivid in the visuals. Great read my friend.  |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
Martie.... This is beautiful and paints such a picture...... It refers to the redwoods and the tundra and sand....all places that hold memories....... so, thank you....... My heart is an open book ....take a look.... |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
This is so you...your poetry reads so easily and beautifully Martie...sort of like a "mind massage"...lol...alright, so that's not a pretty visual, but methinks you've used them all... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Love gladly touches whispers in glade’s bend and bow, rising to the redwood’s strength, but such a height is dizzying and falling on tundra that protests its very loveliness seems more safe. Why is a heart so careful it careens, falling as it stands next to tattered need expecting Suresh from languid sand that holds no echo but gives into itself? ---------------- Like a breezy summers day swinging in a hammock in the shade... thats how serene your poetry reads... me eyes thank you  someday Im gonna go walk barefoot in your archives... later-martie-gator jm There are places inside our souls - that have never been touched. There are places inside our hearts - that need to be loved this much. ~jm~ |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Mark--What a great word, cherish, I am so pleased you used in reference to this poem. Sunny--I'm glad I touched some of your memories with my words. jm--walk barefoot in my archieves...I love it...now, that sounds like your muse talking. Serenity--a mind message--what a wonderful way to describe it...I like it, I do! |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Martie~ No words ..... but one great big smile !  Well, maybe two ! Love ya' ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Silky smooth! Denise |
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