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Lessons on the Lawn |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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Lessons on the Lawn The lawn was verdant spring and it bloomed for me, I thought, in my misconceived bigness, for so many feet moved by but when I questioned seasons, they focused on ahead or looked down for sureness, as I stumbled and blundered my way across the map wondering and asking if anyone else saw all this color. So many names were offered for me, so odd and her head is in the clouds, were two, so I took to smiling and living behind my face dreaming green dreams as winter stormed around me casting its shadow in bronzed display on the portico of my mind. I was sure that love in a blooming fury would catch me up with grazing in delight and save me from all this chaos, and that I could just capture some forever with a curve of hip and meaningful glance, then I danced on my own shadow and felt the pain of being too small to open for another. The dark beget so many tears that I was forced from undercover and that was when I saw my blunder glaring at me beneath its reality, where there was so much to take in that my smallness grew. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Martie~ Every 'gem' from you is like a new blossom opening. Blooming with fragrance that I've never imagined before. You simply take me places I've never been ... and the echo plays it all for me to enjoy over and over. If ever a poet was original and unique ... it is you. My how you shine in your meanderings through life. 'then I danced on my own shadow and felt the pain of being too small to open for another.' Exquisite, dear poetess. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
Martie, Psychedelic, you might try some 3D glasses. I've noticed when I can't see what's going on down there that these can really help. One time I forgot to take them off, man did I get lost. (I would've thought this was a challenge..?) If I could paint a portrait, of this life in which I've led, and somehow sketch a story, of the visions in my head, I'd start out with a canvas, stretched tightly in a frame, and in the bottom corner, I'd leave room to sign my name. (Michelle A. Bartley) |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
My sister Marge, YOU are just too much!!!! lucky, I haven't thought of 3D glasses for a long long time....thanks for the memory..and for being so darn cute! |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
'of being too small to open for another' and 'that my smallness grew' These are my most favorite lines out of all the fabulous lines in your poem! I think I have a new favorite poem of yours, Martie! Denise |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Martie, I will have to echo right along after Marge and Denise (and Lucky with his glasses...cool stuff!) in saying this is beautiful, original, and brilliant. Your delicate words take the reader tenderly by the poetic hand for a tour of the special place that is your heart. ~ 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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