Open Poetry #15 |
Keeping Time |
Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Keeping Time I am in the tall grasses and weeds of the vacant lots of California childhood Starched and pressed white dress green in spring from romping trails through mustard. Tip toe through the yellow blossoms sit down in such a way no one can see you a magical world of ant colonies and honey bees pretend so small the dandelion leaf is your umbrella. Back in that sharply painted flower field my mother pulled fox tails from socks bleached grass stains with the vision of imagination. The mustard fields were the undertow pulling me up into curves. I can still smell the weed killer used against the vacant lot where I would hide The sprinkler endlessly ticks familiar, the clock also, keeping time to heart beat and footsteps. but... I can still return to the tall grasses and weeds of California childhood and take you with me. _______ repost from l999 In the dew of little things, |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
The tak-a whish tak-a whish tak-a whish of the irrigation sprinklers are still in my ears, and the smell of the mustard, flowered so fully...why, they weren't WEEDS...they were BOUQUETS.... why, did you sit in my spot? And watch out for that bee....it stung me right "here".... |
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shadow974 Senior Member
since 2001-06-21
Posts 636Michigan |
Great poem, as a child we could spend years in the emagination of a field or a vacant lot. Great stuff this growing up. Throw your heart out in front of you |
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Denise
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since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Thank you, Martie, I enjoyed the journey with you! |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Martie~ 'pretend so small the dandelion leaf is your umbrella.' Oh ... Oh, you took me right back to the meadow of my youth~ 'Pretend'.. that special place inside of us that beckons us to play~ I love this, sweet poetess~ *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Soaringeagle Member
since 2000-12-06
Posts 156CANADA |
MARTIE<>MARTIE THIS TAKES ME BACK TO KNOCK DOWN GINGER AND A FIVE CENT ICE CREAM THANKS FOR REVIVIN OLD MEMORIES HUGS FROM AFAR |
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Constance Member
since 2001-07-28
Posts 393Ohio |
beautiful poem Martie. so nice to know I'm not the only grown-up to warp back to dandelion days. I was glad to join you there today---Hey, think I'll go back to firefly nights next---wanna come? hugs, cee. PS, bring your own jar! |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Beautiful walk down memory lane, Martie! Corinne |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
What a nice childhood memory. Beautifully described. Sandra |
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WRBreezin Member
since 2001-08-04
Posts 212 |
Memory Lane is a road worth traveling, and your words prove its value once again! Willie |
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vlraynes Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-25
Posts 8229Somewhere... out there... |
Martie- This is wonderful! I especially like this... "pretend so small the dandelion leaf is your umbrella." Thanks for the memories, sweet lady. Hugs, ~vicky "...until you have read the verse on his |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Like ... 'Time' for a BUMP ! ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Kit McCallum
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since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
And take me back, you did Martie ... what a lovely image-filled journey back in time. Beautifully portrayed and very much enjoyed! Best wishes, /Kit |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Wonderful trip back Martie! You are still writing with such sweet passion and as always it's such a joy to read your reminicising thoughts....you're one of the best!! |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Martie, What a wonderful palette you use. My childhood was asphalt cobble stones and cement. But still it brought back memories. |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Well if anyone can keep time as accurate as this it is most assuredly going to be you. What a treat to be swept up in and take me back to my youth. The only thing is, for me it was cotton fields and dirt but it was just as sweet a memory and I thank you for bringing it home. Love the flow, the imagery, and definitely love the Martie touch you so delicately add always. |
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