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Where Poetry Holds Court
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Where Poetry Holds Court |
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Martie
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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. |
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Denise
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since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Very lovely, Martie! I can feel Spring coming! Denise |
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Kit McCallum
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since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
"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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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
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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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
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*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Beautiful! |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
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! |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
She piques my interest with a "Court" and then oeverwhelms me with her poetic beauty... enjoyed muchly Martie.. |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
You are not just a garden variety poet, MArtie....you are a bouquet |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
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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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
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' |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
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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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
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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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
The illustrative metaphors are crafted into the meaning of this poem like it was sent from heaven......poetry holds court!...... sheesh....I guess! |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Martie, naturally heavenly is this write Keth Those of us who refuse to risk and grow get swallowed up by life. Patty Hansen. |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
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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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
I was ummmm ... raking leaves and began to sneeze - ACHOO ! ACHOO ! Back to the top widCHOO ! |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Just rake poetry, Marge...it prevents allergy...promise! |
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Lady Ollyne Member
since 2001-01-08
Posts 337East Coast |
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 |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
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. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
whoohoo!   whoohoo! |
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