Open Poetry #15 |
Cave Painting |
Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Cave Painting Water me down now in the pool of life I would float my hair then find a cave filled with ancient writing cool and magical Come with me hold my hand in the back there is a candle in an old beer can we’ll cast light on the blanket made from someone’s weave Many have been here each with purpose see how the footprints still turn the dust Perhaps lovers hid here and whispered for now holding you I hear the echo We will trace the cool pattern of something very old painted on the stone canvas feel how each line was pushed with the strength of the need for communication A picture became a word and a word becomes a picture see how it is now in this circle where time loops around Water me down life today is too hot for now lets float our hair in memory of another time where the pool is clear and water fresh and the cave waiting and quiet for us In the dew of little things, the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. (ee cummings) [This message has been edited by Martie (edited 08-15-2001).] |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Just as the paint is mirror of yesterday, so is the canvas of tomorrow being gifted with the beauty of your words and vision. So superbly penned and so visible is the beauty of you shown in this wonderful masterpiece. Hang it on clay and surround it with limestone and the masses of forever shalll forever be indebted to you. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
This is definitely something to hand down Martie, your words flow like the water itself, and the visions you created were refreshing and actually cooling. Just beautifully done. If you have but one true friend when you die you were truly blessed |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Many have been here each with purpose see how the footprints still turn the dust Perhaps lovers hid here and whispered for now holding you I here the echo We will trace the cool pattern of something very old painted on the stone canvas feel how each line was pushed with the strength of the need for communication A picture became a word and a word becomes a picture see how it is now in this circle where time loops around Water me down life today is too hot for now lets float our hair in memory of another time where the pool is clear and water fresh and the cave waiting and quiet ==================== what a very very cool poem!! a very unique write as well... like I always say... seeing things thru your eyes gives the world a very cool view me Feels like Im dancin with truth and wisdom |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Martie~ How does one continually spell M A G N I F I C E N T ~ 'Come with me hold my hand in the back there is a candle in an old beer can we’ll cast light on the blanket made from someone’s weave Many have been here each with purpose see how the footprints still turn the dust' No one turns the dust like you, cave woman ! Love you, sister of my heart~ ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Logan Senior Member
since 2001-05-28
Posts 1641Arkansas |
Ahh, Martie, very gentle smile..this is just lovely with all the images and thoughts to swirl with the magic of your words |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
a lovely write...and as usual I was enthralled with the journey... |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Martie, the imagery is wonderful! You've brought about the liquid cool of the waters, the feel of the long hair floating around my head, the mystery of the darkened caves of time... an excellent way to start my morning, Girl! This is a keeper! |
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