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Martie
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0 posted 2001-01-01 02:45 PM



Where Poetry Holds Court


What can time tell the sky?
In the morning there is light
that explains the trembling questions
of the night
and in the yard
the dormant yearns to open.

She muddles through decaying leaves
spread across her lap they fall
in unchecked number
as she rakes them into cans and barrels,
mows them into compost,
distributes them in earnest
to grow from all this lesson
a garden in the mind.

The crunch and clamor
of thought
in winter’s chill
was harbored against the freeze
nestled darkly in pungent soil
cannot wait for spring’s delight
to break and seek sun’s solace
for the errant butterfly
succumbs to the color of words
that grow and bloom in profundity
and sits on those fingers
in opening grace.

And she is surprised
that this attitude could bring
depth and breadth to what was longing,
that expression could eclipse
her burgeoning need for solace,
and that all the sky is open
to her questioning habit,
for from this throne
a crown is already displayed,
and it is the place where
poetry holds court.
and the muse listens.



© Copyright 2001 Martie Odell Ingebretsen - All Rights Reserved
Denise
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1 posted 2001-01-01 02:56 PM


Very lovely, Martie! I can feel Spring coming!

Denise

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2 posted 2001-01-01 02:58 PM


"She muddles through decaying leaves
spread across her lap they fall
in unchecked number
as she rakes them into cans and barrels,
mows them into compost,
distributes them in earnest
to grow from all this lesson
a garden in the mind."

"for from this throne
a crown is already displayed,
and it is the place where
poetry holds court.
and the muse listens."

Much applause here Martie! Wonderful visuals in this splendid write, loved this!  

Best wishes,
/Kit

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3 posted 2001-01-01 03:11 PM


In the morning there is light
that explains the trembling questions
of the night
and in the yard
the dormant yearns to open.

another beautifully crafted poem,

It's in your eyes a fire that's wild and glorious
Unhibited, unfinished in everything I do Let the morning rise like our hearts desire" whipping boy

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4 posted 2001-01-01 03:24 PM


Martie~

'a garden in the mind'

Indeed it is -
and you have harvested it well, my friend.
Such a stately throne at which the muses gather.

WONDERFUL !
~*Marge*~



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5 posted 2001-01-01 03:29 PM


Beautiful!

Martie
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6 posted 2001-01-01 05:58 PM


Denise--We haven't really had winter here yet...we sure need some rain...thanks!

Kit--Thanks so much for the applause and your wonderful reply.

Hi brian--glad to see you!

Marge--hugs!

Karilia--thanks for that one!

Mike
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7 posted 2001-01-01 09:51 PM


She piques my interest with a "Court"
and then oeverwhelms me with her poetic beauty...  enjoyed muchly Martie..

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8 posted 2001-01-01 10:59 PM


You are not just a garden variety poet, MArtie....you are a bouquet  
Janet Marie
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9 posted 2001-01-01 11:30 PM


What can time tell the sky?
In the morning there is light
that explains the trembling questions
of the night

==================
The crunch and clamor
of thought
in winter’s chill
was harbored against the freeze
nestled darkly in pungent soil
cannot wait for spring’s delight
to break and seek sun’s solace
for the errant butterfly
succumbs to the color of words
that grow and bloom in profundity
and sits on those fingers
in opening grace.

And she is surprised
that this attitude could bring
depth and breadth to what was longing,
that expression could eclipse
her burgeoning need for solace,
and that all the sky is open
to her questioning habit,
for from this throne
a crown is already displayed,
and it is the place where
poetry holds court.
and the muse listens.
=====================

oh my ...
Martie this is profound ...
my goodness this is so way way cool...
what an awesome write ...
I dont have the words to explain how much this poem strikes me ...
if I tell ya it gave me a poetic tingle down my spine...will ya just know ... yes... you will....
going in my file under astound and profound.
If this is what your muse gives you to start off the new year....all I can say is OH YEAH ...
Happy New Year me girlie
me

Sprayed across my heart and hers
Danced butterflies in the wild
This angel, this woman ,
who loves me with the innocence of a child.
~DeVante~

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10 posted 2001-01-02 09:27 AM


Like Janet - I got a poetic tingle down my spine - (I must read more of her as I must read more of you)
What made this 'special' - an out of the ordinary poem - comes from your putting an extra piece of 'you' into it. So 'wonderful'  became 'tingle'

Martie
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11 posted 2001-01-02 04:47 PM


Mike--I know...I thought of you with the title...'twould go well with your name, I think.  

Balladeer--thanks for the water of your words of sweet reply.

Janet--A poetic tingle...I think that's a good thing...thanks for putting this somewhere safe.

Bill--What a sweet thing to say...gave me a tingle, it did!

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12 posted 2001-01-02 04:51 PM


This is lovely, Martie... but I'm jealous. *G* I just get a runny nose and itchy eyes and a hot date with my Claritin prescription when I rake leaves... you get a muse that whispers masterpieces like this! *G*
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13 posted 2001-01-03 05:52 AM


The illustrative metaphors are crafted into the meaning of this poem like it was sent from heaven......poetry holds court!...... sheesh....I guess!
Kethry
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14 posted 2001-01-03 07:29 AM


Martie,
naturally heavenly is this write
Keth


Those of us who refuse to risk and grow get swallowed up by life. Patty Hansen.



Martie
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15 posted 2001-01-03 02:10 PM


suthern---I have allergies too, but luckily not to poetry.

ethome--you are SO sweet!!

Kethry--thanks so much for the naturally heavenly...not to sure myself.

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16 posted 2001-01-08 12:45 PM


I was ummmm ... raking leaves
and began to sneeze -
ACHOO ! ACHOO !
Back to the top widCHOO !

Martie
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17 posted 2001-01-08 03:22 PM


Just rake poetry, Marge...it prevents allergy...promise!
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18 posted 2001-01-08 05:34 PM


I, too, "cannot wait for spring’s delight
to break and seek sun’s solace
for the errant butterfly" that is I...to rise from my sleeping cocoon and fly once again... just lovely writing *s

Lady Ollyne



"O, learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit"...Shakespeare

Janet Marie
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19 posted 2003-01-14 01:18 AM


Miss you girlie...come hold court again...need to read your words

It's over long before her fall from grace, she's never been this far from safe.
Trying to see where it all began, she'll never be the same again.

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20 posted 2003-01-27 10:01 AM


whoohoo! whoohoo!
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