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| Open Poetry #10 |
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Past Yourself with no Moon |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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Past Yourself with no Moon I looked with jaded eyes at the trail where I walked, I even sat down and contemplated where I was going Picture a rock in the middle of a dirt road in the dark. For the moon hid its slide from me behind my clouded need even though I longed for it to touch my face and run its pearl rays across my hair, the moon is not beguiled by the want in me. And I know the moon has no fragrance but when it’s hidden, the nectar of the night, from trellises of jasmine and the breeze that slides down the mountain off the sage, even the scented geranium stills its weave across the open yard. So not only was I on a rock in the middle of a dirt road but there was no night fragrance stirring. no lace winged song of nightingale. The sky closed me in the breath of familiarity and the stagnate pool of lethargy and the rocky here I sat on softened and sagged with me into the dirt of some truth that had eluded me. Instead of jumping into stars gleaming with love dance song song tune you see I was laying in my own melancholy, until I felt a touch on my cheek soft like the underbelly of a newborn kitten and I opened my eyes to the long purple fingers of a flowering Mexican sage and its bloom taught me that if you look just a little past yourself you might be able to see even with no moon. In the dew of little things, the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. (ee cummings) |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Hey you....I am saving this one for my midnight snack but I NEED some rosepetals and orange blossoms.LOL  HELLO friend....tune in later for my thoughts on your poem. LOL And BTW....YOUR "FIELD" ........???????? Whoaaaaaaaa babyyyyyyy  |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
Martie - I enjoyed this poem very much. I love the lovely lines "there was no night fragrance stirring. no lace winged song of nightingale", and a song of lethargy is one I can really relate to at times!!! |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
Hi Martie, If you would have looked at the Farmers Almanac you would have known this was only an eclipse, of course that's probably why you didn't have time to write another like it, but I'll keep my fingers crossed. I think you must have these wild weird dreams like RJ's. Did that say nice work..? Sheech, I'd bedder shud-dup Love ya Sis |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
The sky closed me in the breath of familiarity and the stagnate pool of lethargy and the rocky here I sat on softened and sagged with me into the dirt of some truth that had eluded me. sigh Martie, love reading you |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
What line to quote - what whole verse - I should transpose the totality of your poem to this response - to say "these were the words I especially liked..." (could you accept that? ~G~ ) You write so very well - I am in awe |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Mark--I'll be looking for you later. Rosemary--thanks for telling me your favorite lines...I'm sure alot can relate to lethergy. Lucky-- you're too much! Maree--I'm always glad when you do read me. Bill--Your compliments always make me feel special..thank you! |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
So not only was I on a rock in the middle of a dirt road but there was no night fragrance stirring. no lace winged song of nightingale. The sky closed me in the breath of familiarity and the stagnate pool of lethargy and the rocky here I sat on softened and sagged with me into the dirt of some truth that had eluded me. Instead of jumping into stars gleaming with love dance song song tune you see I was laying in my own melancholy, until I felt a touch on my cheek soft like the underbelly of a newborn kitten and I opened my eyes to the long purple fingers of a flowering Mexican sage and its bloom taught me that if you look just a little past yourself you might be able to see even with no moon. Wow.....Martie...this is one sweet reminder that even in the simplest things we can find our peace. Your imagery is so amazing as usual and of course you teach us a lesson in optimism and self assurance by simply taking a quiet moment to reflect. |
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Poertree Senior Member
since 1999-11-05
Posts 1359UK |
ok martie..... i was seduced into venturing into Open and now i find this! you won't know this, but i rarely leave the cozy confines of CA which is a pity really coz i've probably missed a lot of nice stuff. anyway what i was going to say was that i never thought i would read a contemporary poem with all of the words: moon pearl nightingale stars in it and not think "cliche"!! .... BUT... somehow this poem (and your others btw) seems to be original and "old" at the same time, as well as being IMHO very beautiful lyrically .... i better shut up now ....lol (i don't suppose you'd consider a little excursion into CA?!) great poem martie philip [This message has been edited by Poertree (edited 10-05-2000).] |
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Kit McCallum
Administrator
Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
"the moon is not beguiled by the want in me." "The sky closed me in the breath of familiarity and the stagnate pool of lethargy and the rocky here I sat on softened and sagged with me into the dirt of some truth that had eluded me." "I was laying in my own melancholy, until I felt a touch on my cheek soft like the underbelly of a newborn kitten" Sigh ... I could have copied the whole poem Martie, but these were the lines that especially captured me ... beautiful writing and incredible imagery, just lovely! Best wishes, /Kit |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Mark--I was feeling so blue for some reason and that flower touched me...thank you for seeing the message. Philip--hey, I'm so glad you came by...I have been in CA...a while ago...maybe my feelings were to fragile then...and didn't get many responses...I will go back to read your poetry...thanks for reading mine. Kit--thanks so much for letting me know your favs and for such a sweet reply. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
For the moon hid its slide from me behind my clouded need even though I longed for it to touch my face and run its pearl rays across my hair, the moon is not beguiled by the want in me. And I know the moon has no fragrance but when it’s hidden, the nectar of the night, from trellises of jasmine and the breeze that slides down the mountain off the sage, even the scented geranium stills its weave across the open yard. So not only was I on a rock in the middle of a dirt road but there was no night fragrance stirring. no lace winged song of nightingale. The sky closed me in the breath of familiarity and the stagnate pool of lethargy and the rocky here I sat on softened and sagged with me into the dirt of some truth that had eluded me. ============================ that if you look just a little past yourself you might be able to see even with no moon. =========================== I dont know what Im more taken with in this amazing body of work .... I am just so impressed and taken in by the imagery in this one...the DEPTH and DETAIL of it ..but also the uniqueness of it ... that 4th verse takes my words then there is the depth of expression of the emotions .... but more impressive is the way you are so in tune with nature and its many gifts.... how you feed of off it, find your self in its vastness .. this is yet another of a line of deep soul searching reflections that you have composed of late ... your ponderings are poetically profound ... I hope you find the answers that you are seeking ... I see more of you with each new poem ... and its a beautiful sight to behold. keep them coming gentle poet... we all grow in your discoveries love ya me |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Janet--You touch me with your reply...thank you for being like you are!! |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Martie~ My friend - my friend .... 'The sky closed me in the breath of familiarity' How touching this is. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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