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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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Changes You know how sometimes the same place is a different place? The shore changes color, now deep green, yesterday sky blue, and the sand is raked with a seagulls lonely prints, when in July it was covered with the urgent feet of children and pales of laughter. The sky is misty and gray and the shadows falling across the sidewalk are painted there by an artist with smile who thought a shadow of a parking meter to be great art and it is, but it is not a parking meter for an Egret folds it’s tall neck across the sidewalk, those days of summer shadows made themselves from everywhere, they melted into each other. The slanted wind nudges into my flannel and the girl in a tight skirt locks the door where the manikins in bikini’s frolic and shorts are folded and drawered. I could feel a holding today when before only longing touched me, it came across the tops of buildings and swirled with the leaves dancing in the gutter, it called to me from the formation of ducks that covered the western sky and it said, I love you, and the thing that is different is, I was listening. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Martie~ If you're listening - hear this ... Not only does nobody do it better ~ we don't even come halfway close ! Remarkably vivid imagery rushes off the page and slams into my vision ... boom ! Head on collision with your thoughts. Like I said - nobody !  ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Martie you just keep getting better...this is just outstanding poetry...artistic perfection with words...goodness I thought this was one of the greatest reads I tied into for a long time... then I remembered your last one.... I know what you mean but the only same place that's a different place with me is that last week I had some money in the bank and this week ....guess what? loved it Martie!! |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
quote: That part reminded me of when I was younger and went with my family up to Duluth/Lake Superior for a few days in late February. Previously I had only seen those places in the summer, and it was a whole different way of looking at it...gray water and chunks of ice. Still beautiful, just different. Thanks for bringing back that memory. ...and listening can make a world of difference. Well done, Martie. |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
with the urgent feet of children and pales of laughter. i like that alot Martie.. ~Victoria~ A poem is never finished, only abandoned. - Paul Valery (1871-1945) |
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vlraynes Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-25
Posts 8229Somewhere... out there... |
Martie- wow...what incredible imagery... your words simply come alive... you are truly amazing, my friend.. hugs, ~vicky "...until you have read the verse on his heart, you have not truely met the poet." -vlraynes |
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CocoBaci Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 3043 |
Martie, I am mesmerized at the style and content of your writing.... As our friend Marge has stated above "NO-ONE" can or even come close to your touch of pen in such purity of beauty expressed... coco |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
You've got that right Sis... I was just walkig down the 'ol avenue we noticed everything was new... but as we wandered farther didn't see nothing of the old. And as Marge says "boom." We wondered where we were... even thought we were lost. What a tale to tell and how awesome... we sure thought we were in the right place... all our best Sis, dale . |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I could feel a holding today when before only longing touched me, it came across the tops of buildings and swirled with the leaves dancing in the gutter, it called to me from the formation of ducks that covered the western sky and it said, I love you, and the thing that is different is, I was listening. ======================= so much wisdom laced with-in that amazing imagery my dear... some changes are forced upon us... like the seasons, some are inevitable ... its the ones we open our selves up to that are the ones that will take us farther on ... i need to learn to listen, for a change. love ya wise poet me I looked into the sky for my anthem The words and music came through But words and music can never touch the beauty that I've seen Looking into you |
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Poertree Senior Member
since 1999-11-05
Posts 1359UK |
"You know how sometimes the same place is a different place?" great idea for a poem Martie, it's so so true that "place" is all in the mind..and as usual all wrapped up in the most gorgeous natural images P |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Nobody makes me smile like you do, Marge...thanks for you! ethome--thank you so much for your effusive reply...you taking lessons from JM? The bank...I know just what you mean. Elizabeth--I'm glad I brought back some memories for you..thank you for your reply. Victoria--I'm glad you liked that part...thanks for letting me know. Vicky--Thanks for the sweet reply and for the hug. Coco--You make me smile too... Dale--I'm glad you always have a tale to tell, I'll always be around to listen. Sounds like you're the one with the wisdom, sweet Janet...hugs! |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Sorry, I must have just missed you, Philip...thank you for being there! |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
I like this much!!!!!!!!!! |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Yes, we hear so much when we are listening. This is perfection, Martie! Denise |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
Martie - This is so beautiful - and I recognized all the thoughts - how the same shore can look and feel so different - yet be the same - and I really know the love of which you speak |
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