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Santa Monica Sunshine |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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Santa Monica Sunshine It was Saturday afternoon on the Third Street Promenade and it seemed the whole world walked those three blocks in the Santa Monica sunshine wearing their coolest colors skimping in slender ease well muscled shirtless and looking long smooth legs in shorts flowing glowing youth or oh so twinkling age in argyle socks and white deck shoes in thongs and sandals and dirty bare feet some pushing shopping carts and eating the soft pretzel prize the trash can had saved and some eating elegant salads at tables that slithered out onto the sidewalk cascading their fresh fish and French fries and white wine laughter A mime held a crowd at the corner telling of the heartbreak of a butterfly in long fingered grace and his body was made of liquid it flowed and rippled and his face wept wings too fragile to speak of and the corner of people paused and watched amazed their children quieted and Vavaldi played and it was like the story was the music and a boy of eleven played a sweet guitar his fingers dancing and his face straight and severe as if he was gone and only his fingers understood the need to play and play until the pennies became quarters and his mother in patience sitting said okay we have enough to eat today and all he wanted to do was sleep not eat just sleep and dream of football and kicking the guitar across the field he could hear the loud thump it made and then the shattering and his face eased out an expression that looked like happiness It was Saturday afternoon on the Third Street Promenade and it seemed the whole world walked those three blocks in the Santa Monica sunshine [This message has been edited by Martie (edited 07-17-2000).] |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Martie I've walked that Third Street Promenade so many times...it holds a special place in my heart...I have always loved hanging out in Santa Monica...when I go back to Calif. for Christmas in December I must visit one more time...Thanks for one more lovely walk down that promenade..you have described it perfectly....James |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
I have also walked Santa Monica's Third Street Promenade, just now, thanks to you. This was wonderful! LOve Liz |
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Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
Very good Marite. Brings me back to it. I grew up on 14th street and went to SAMO. I remeber when they first started to build the new mall, and rebuild the old. I go back every month just to visit, and see how many things have changed...... |
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Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
Very good Martie. Brings me back to it. I grew up on 14th street and went to SAMO. I remeber when they first started to build the new mall, and rebuild the old. I go back every month just to visit, and see how many things have changed...... |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Martie, wow I could taste the air, so vivid rich imagery wonderfully written. Beautiful scene. "Out of sorrow entire worlds have been built Out of longing great wonders have been willed They're only little tears, darling, let them spill" Nick |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
You brought me into that world, Martie! Your words have a way of taking me places!  Denise |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
A mime held a crowd at the corner telling of the heartbreak of a butterfly in long fingered grace and his body was made of liquid it flowed and rippled and his face wept wings too fragile to speak of and the corner of people paused and watched amazed their children quieted and Vavaldi played and it was like the story was the music ------------------- that verse above is so perfect and so uniquely YOU that it could stand on its own... simply stunning detail and imagery "and his body was made of liquid it flowed and rippled and his face wept wings too fragile to speak of" OH MAN....on my best poetic day... these kind of words dont come to me... awesome 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 |
James--maybe I'll see you there. Liz--Maybe some day we can walk there again. Michael--It must have been an interesting place to grow up...thanks for letting me know. brian--if you could taste the air, then you must have been there. Denise--you can book a flight with me any day. Janet--If you had seen him, you would have made a poem from his movement, much better then mine. |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Great description of Santa Monica! I was there a couple of weeks ago - my brother lives there, we did the Pier, saw a man lying face down in the street, drunk in the a.m., my kids were wide-eyed. Went to the famer's market and grazed, was a blast, a feast for all the senses! Thanks for sharing this! Corinne |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Corinne--maybe next time you are down here we should get together--I live about an hour away from Santa Monica...thanks for reading. |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
I used to live in the high desert and go to Santa Monica all the time. You have captured it well and brought back some lovely memories for me. Well written. |
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