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| Open Poetry #11 |
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The Faded Violet |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores 
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The Faded Violet ~*Marge Tindal*~ In my hands I hold a gift of perfect measure. A collection of Favorite Poems that I'll always treasure. Bound in very old leather, embellished with gilding of gold, given as a birthday gift to someone I do not know. A young lady was given this very gift, from a friend who took the time, penciling upon the pages an inscription that has lasted through the ages. Miss Pauline Copping on her 19th birthday ~ Presented by Mamie Horisholder June 20th, 1887 My eyes have caressed the masterpieces contained within this precious gifting and I felt the spirit of Pauline lingering within the sifting. On page two hundred forty seven I found a treasured piece, a tiny perfect pressed violet in a small lacy handkerchief, with this poem of anonymity. The Faded Violet You gave it me long years ago, In the shadowy evening time - While the clouds stole round the mountain side, And the bells rang out a chime. The blossoms listened at our feet - The trees stooped from above. You said, "This flower will say for me All that my heart says - love." 'Tis long ago, but I have yet That little faded violet. And life was at its zenith then, The world ne'er seemed so bright, For the sweetest story ever told I've kissed my violet blue, And said, "E'en as I keep my flower, So will my love be true." Ah me -- I have it hidden yet - That little faded violet. We parted long, long months ago, With not a sigh to tell That once in far-off happy days, We two had loved so well. We parted with but few cold words, We two who oft had said Not all the world should come between. Ah well - the love was dead - The love was dead, but yet, but yet I keep my faded violet. So very tenderly I placed it back where it has lain for years. A little piece of Pauline's heart in a hanky of her tears. I hope that somehow Pauline Copping knows, that the faded violet remains. After one hundred thirteen years, I treasure ~ her treasure. ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
Marge~ Thank you for sharing Pauline's treasure with us. It was an honor to read. Times change, yet some things remain untouched and unchanged. Amazing. Wonderful my friend. LW Poetry should surprise by fine excess...it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts and appear almost a remembrance. -J.Keats |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
Marge~ it amazes me how there are so many poems you have that touch me personally......you stir up memories that warm my heart, make me remember the words ' I love you little girl' and I see his hazel eyes, hear his Alabama drawl......and just remember the flower picked for me with a kiss of good-bye..........  -SEA |
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Marsha
since 2000-07-10
Posts 7423Maidstone Kent England |
Marge, this is utterly fabulous, Oh this is so wonderful, it really is. Such a sweet tender story, and I can feel my eyes getting misty. But then I am the mushy queen. Do you know I spend more time with tears rolling down my face than anything. Tears of joy, tears of lost love, tears of found love. And I'm truly not a lachrymose sort, but I do thank you for being one of those who gave me back my tears. (Being in the hospital we do tend to grow harder shells over our hearts) Okay it's true my heart isn't that hard but it could have been.  Love this one I really do Take care Mushy Take back the hope you gave,- I claim Only a memory of the same Robert Browning |
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CocoBaci Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 3043 |
Dearest Marge, firstly you know I'd be pulled in to read a poem of violet (shades of purple are my favorite colors)... And this poem you've shared has it's place in my heart and I thank you for this treasure... Sweetie, you bless us with your jewels of poems that touch us in ways that words sometimes cannot relay... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
this is enchanting and exceptional writing and one of your best. creative and inspiring ... and now this treasure will go in my treasure chest. excellent margie jm Some people find subtlety in strangers if you find anything~let me in Your eyes~you see everything my eyes~I see it all together now~and I know |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
This reminds me of all of the OLD books that I've either been given or have found at yard/garage sales... what a treasure Marge! I love it! Isn't it so special? Thank you for sharing... Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?... I would rather be silent and write, than speak loudly and be bound. KRJ |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
What an amazing story! Is it true? Either way, thanks for sharing it with us. And I like both poems! |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
How truly special! Thank you. Live for love. Without love, you don't live. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
LoneWolf~ Thank you. I treasure this special gift for sure. SEA~ Yes, I feel the pull of you in much of what I write. Thank you, my friend. Marsha~ You may shed all the tears you want - as I held this token of friendship, written so long ago, I sure cried a few. Dani~ This one lays lightly upon my heart, for I felt the gentle hands of Pauline holding the quill. JanetMarie~ There is a spiritual enchantment that touches me when I hold this book. Wow ! I'm overcome with the joy of it's gift. Karilea~ It is so special, indeed. My what a treasure I've been given. Elizabeth~ Yes, dear - it's true. I was given the gift yesterday evening and found the violet this morning. The book was published by Belford, Clarke & Co. in 1886. It is entitled - Favorite Poems InterLoper~ Thank you for finding it special also. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
WOW my friend. You not only hold a very special gift in your hands when you hold that book but you most definitely hold a NEW muse to call upon. This write of yours combined with the one that you share with us makes for the PERFECT afternoon read. Such a beautiful and inspiring poem from you and the annonymous poet contained within your new found treasure. You will have to share with us more inspirations from this book as I know that you will find many more to come. This one goes in my library because it truely is ONE of your best. A life with love will have some thorns, but a life without love will have no roses. author unknown |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Oh, Mark~ I think you're right - there is at least one new muse, if not several, hiding within this gift. One has kissed me gently with the thoughts for this piece - but another has peeked out shyly and has promised to return. I'm so pleased that you enjoyed it. I knew you would. Thank you. *Hugs*, sweet friend. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Mother_Earth Senior Member
since 2000-11-20
Posts 13701/2 year Texas & 1/2 year Michigan |
Marge, this is such a wonderful gift and thank you for shareing it with us. Every time I see a violet I will think of this. Love and hugs, ME |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
MotherEarth~ I'm so very pleased that you enjoyed it. I wonder if perhaps a little piece I've tucked between the pages of a book or two will live long after I'm gone. I hope that someday someone will find me and hold me with wonder, as I have held this faded violet. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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