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Still and Always Love
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Still and Always Love |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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Still and Always Love Everything is so wild and spirited today on the mountain where I left you so long ago. White gloves decorate the ridges, cloaked and folded in soft slate clouds, pines rise and red berries dot the hedges. The river is cold and glinting with the silver slither of life, and on the ravaged tip of a tree a crow sits watching as slippery gilled and gasping we give reverence to life. The rocks along the road are the color of the flecks of your eyes and the mudded bank’s dark pools open and explode with the sound of riffles, oh, how you loved the sound. I think of you in frolic, or spread in snow making angels now, for always an invisible footprint leaves its meaning along the path here. Stay a moment, as my heart feels February like a hand print on this mountain. I have found you in June softened in yellow scotch broom and in August cool and smooth in the trunk of the manzanita. The crow with her knowing black eyes, is that your head cocking, your feather’s ruffled, waiting through this time of lasting? Fly my little one, be free from this need of mine that roots you to a mountain, for I will find you again, when time melts into tomorrow, I will find you still and always in the middle of my love. [This message has been edited by Martie (edited 02-18-2001).] |
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Lighthousebob Member Elite
since 2000-06-14
Posts 4725California |
Martie, picturesque and full of emotion... I liked the last stanza... Fly my little one, be free from this need of mine that roots you to a mountain, for I will find you still when time melts into tomorrow, I will find you still and always in the middle of my love. I think of children and it's so hard to watch them grow up, to me what seems too soon. Bob <>< |
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CocoBaci Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 3043 |
Martie, my sweetPoetFriend, once again you touch my heart... Lovely writing dear lady... Hugs2uAlways ~coco~ |
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Cerenity Member Elite
since 2000-02-16
Posts 2637Escondido-California |
Hi Martie, This is really beautiful and remembering ones you loved seeing with peacefulness through nature its wonderful, thank you so much for the lovely poetry. Love, Cerenity "God doesn't have to be reminded that we exist. We have to be reminded that He exist!" (Writer Unknown) |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Classic Martie.....in other words, beautiful and touching |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Beautiful and touching *tears* I will find you still and always In the middle of my love....I don't think I've ever heard anything as beautiful, Martie. |
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SEA 
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
You bring out my tears and let them fall all over my keyboard...........just amazing how you touch my heart.........this is perfect Martie, absolutely perfect.  SEA |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
I have found you in June softened in yellow scotch broom and in August cool and smooth in the trunk of the manzanita." WONDERFUL VERSE, exploding imagery and vibriant colors, God, I wished I had written this!!!!!!!!!!!! "When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass, and the sun drips honey." Laurie Lee |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
she is - and always will be and you will find her: "still and always in the middle of my love." |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I think of you in frolic, or spread in snow making angels now, for always an invisible footprint leaves its meaning along the path here. Stay a moment, as my heart feels February like a hand print on this mountain. I have found you in June softened in yellow scotch broom and in August cool and smooth in the trunk of the manzanita. ====================== waiting through this time of lasting? Fly my little one, be free from this need of mine that roots you to a mountain, for I will find you again, when time melts into tomorrow, I will find you still and always in the middle of my love. ================= "Stay a moment, as my heart feels February like a hand print on this mountain." "Fly my little one, be free from this need of mine" "for I will find you again, when time melts into tomorrow," "I will find you still and always in the middle of my love." ********* I feel these words ... I feel them brush my cheek and my heart ... I hear them whisper to me... I hear them take flight on buttefly wings. not even the unbelieveably detailed--to perfection--imagery in the begining of this poem can touch the sheer beauty I see in those words quoted above.. this one touches places in my heart deep your "need" never holds her back... and she soars ever higher with your every word ...of her...for her... this poem is amazing Martie ... I wondered as I read it again and again... if you have any idea just how amazing. love you sweet poet me As sure as God made wine you can't wrap your arms around a memory In the dark for me youre the candle flame that flickers to life ~Mission UK~ |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Martie I don't get to read enough of your work but when I do I am always in awe of your wonderful heart filled thoughts....the nature in this overwhelming...such an expression of love you've created....love to you sweet poet lady...your words always make me feel warm.......this is honesty I'm speaking...I am neither gushing or lying.....have a nice day .....ethome The poet is like a cocoon; in him the caterpillar of the past finds rest, and from him the butterfly of the future emerges. |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Bob--You can't have known that I wasn't able to watch this one grow up...but I do know what you mean...thanks for your sweet comment. Coco--Your replies are always special to me. Cerenity--Yes, it is wonderful...thank you for seeing that. Balladeer--Thank you kind sir. Denise--Thank you for being touched by this and for your friendship. Sea--I am glad you were moved by my poem...Michelle can do that, ya know. Kathleen--You write exploding very well, my friend...I wouldn't want you to have to write from the heart of this one. Bill--Thank you for understanding Janet--You are so dear! ethome--Your replies are always drenched in sweet honesty...thank you for this wonderful reply. |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
I had to read this again, this one is so rich in specific meaningful imagery, Martie, this is one of the most visual poems I've read in a very long time! "When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass, and the sun drips honey." Laurie Lee |
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Dennis Member
since 2001-02-19
Posts 235Indiana |
This is very nice, good descriptive phrasing. |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Martie, elegant and simple. The imagery is perfection itself. write on Kethry. Those of us who refuse to risk and grow get swallowed up by life. Patty Hansen. |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
poetry, Martie is thy name... once again you have bared your soul and allowed us to touch upon the wonder and beauty of a mother's love... thank you my poetic friend. take care... |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
Oh, Martie, this is so beautifully written! You write of Michelle is such exquisite ways, and your imagery always amazes me. Thank you for writing me - I certainly WILL put it on Michelle's site, and with great honor. When you write of her, I always gain another peek into the wonderful child she was. And I'm always sorry again. So very sorry. Thank you for sharing your little daughter with us! . The spiritual wind that holds survivors aloft, plants the seeds from which bloom new hope ... R.J.G. |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
This poem, in its beauty, and its reason, should fly high, often. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Martie~ To touch the memories of this child is a privilege to my heart. I will always think of Michelle's spirit on the mountain. Loveliest of lasting memories, dearest mother. *Hugs* ... so many *hugs* to you this day. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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