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Under the Mimosa Tree
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Under the Mimosa Tree |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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Under the Mimosa Tree She swept into summer with her youth and her freckled sunlit arms and she smiled oh how she smiled sliding was how it seemed with long legs and her slender dear waist unaware of the shine so displayed in her laugh She didn’t care that the grass was damp and the air sizzled heat her shoes lay limp and her toes wiggled the air To look up as she lay was her delight her elbows projected from her head like pointed wings as she saw her dreams dare Love was an ever thing then in the days of frills and sequins she saw white lace and a plump baby and was so tickled just to be bare legged on the grass waiting This tree is so soft she thought her lashes feathering her view ‘til melding flowed the sky to peach and her heart mellowed and then fell soft feathers around her head She thought there would never be another magic so fragrant and she tried to capture its blooming to press it for time but the air grew chill and the sky darkened and her damp skirt clung to her and her flowing was diminished for lasting she learned is only a minute under the mimosa tree. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Love was an ever thing then in the days of frills and sequins she saw white lace and a plump baby and was so tickled just to be bare legged on the grass waiting This tree is so soft she thought her lashes feathering her view ‘til melding flowed the sky to peach and her heart mellowed and then fell soft feathers around her head She thought there would never be another magic so fragrant and she tried to capture its blooming to press it for time but the air grew chill and the sky darkened and her damp skirt clung to her and her flowing was diminished for lasting she learned is only a minute under the mimosa tree. ------------------- I dont think I have the words that would do this poem justice... or to tell you how if effects me... Im not even going to try... I'll just say Im everyday thankful to be able to read poems of this grace. thank you Martie-girl love ya jm |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Janet Marie---Your reply sure made my day...thanks sweety--you are the best. I don't think anyone else liked this poem.  |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Martie~ Not like it ?? Not like it ?? Impossible ! Just didn't get to it ! Sure goes down easily on this beautiful Sunday morning. It is simply an awesome display of your exquisite mastery of artistic pleasure. I could just see you laying under that tree ! Love you gal. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Martie, perhaps it is with the darkening sky and chilling air that we learn to treasure our precious mimosa moments. What a lovely poem! ~ Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Hey Marge--if you come out here to California you can lay under the tree. Claire--that is exactly the point, isn't it..you always see so clearly! |
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Denise
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since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Oh, Martie! How lovely this is! Once again I could picture it clearly in my mind! You do have a gift! Denise |
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Alwye
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since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
Oh wow Martie....*stands in complete and breathless awe for a moment* This is so goregous and filled with such truth about our lives....I epecially loved the lines- "Love was an ever thing then in the days of frills and sequins" and "for lasting she learned is only a minute under the mimosa tree." A wonderful piece here that shows your one of a kind talent extremely well. *Krista Knutson* "Cherish your vision; Cherish your ideals; Cherish the music that stirs in your heart, the beauty that forms in your mind, the loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts. If you remain true to them, your world will at last be built." ~James Allen~ "We've made houses for hatred...it's time we made a place where people's souls may be seen and made safe"...~Jewel~ |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Terrific, MArtie. Not like it? Silly girl! Sometimes between Open, Voices on Web, Announcements, etc it just takes a while to get to things. I love it myself |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
Martie, if I ever find one of your poems I don't like, I'll let you know... just don't hold your breath waiting. Been a long weekend here, (work related) so this is a pleasure to read after the weekend I've had. |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Denise--Thank you for gifting me with your replies. Krista--thank you for your sweet reply Deer, sorry...sometimes I get a little insecure. Mike--I am always pleasured by your reading. |
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Kit McCallum
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since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
Oh Martie ... I'm so glad I didn't miss this one! I do love your imagery so ... this was absolutely lovely! Best wishes, /Kit |
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