Open Poetry #15 |
The First Time |
Martie
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The First Time The first time she saw him his eyes were the color of ocean’s deep keep. He was standing in the sand gazing out to sea, the swirling fog clothing his shoulders. He was fragile, yet strong. She could tell by the graceful curve of his back and the way his skin stretched across his arm. His blond hair blew into her heart when he turned his gaze, for he was beautiful to look at and his eyes took her swirling down where her remember was soaked in the sea. She stared, just couldn’t help it, with her innocence reeling as the sun took her eyes, made a circle around the iris and the dusty sand in her ached. She watched him unfold his thoughts and struggle for a minute then take part of her with him, the first time when his eyes were the color of ocean's deep keep. [This message has been edited by Martie (edited 08-28-2001).] |
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Kit McCallum
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Ah ... a beautiful moment in time captured with romantic and wonderfully descriptive sentiments Martie. Much enjoyed the lovely visuals in this ... sigh. Best wishes, /Kit |
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Denise
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Very beautiful, Martie! Softly romantic! |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
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I agree. It IS a beautiful moment. It's wise to appreciate it while it lasts. Lovely work, as always, Martie! |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Martie~ 'She watched him unfold his thoughts and struggle for a minute then take part of her with him, the first time when his eyes were the color of ocean deep keep' I just fell in love all over again~ Girl, this is ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ! *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
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He was fragile, yet strong. She could tell by the graceful curve of his back and the way his skin stretched across his arm. His blond hair blew into her heart when he turned his gaze, for he was beautiful to look at and his eyes took her swirling down where her remember was soaked in the sea. She stared, just couldn’t help it, with her innocence reeling as the sun took her eyes, made a circle around the iris and the dusty sand in her ached. ==================================== Sometimes when I read your free verse... I just want to throw all my rhymes away. To write like this...so free flowing and unrestricted...so uninhibited... and with such vison and expression... and those phrases and anologies and the images... it must be such a sweet release.... it certainly is a pure pleasure to read. "oh you speak to me in riddles and you speak to me in rhymes my body aches to breathe your breath your words keep me alive" ~Sarah McLachlan~ [This message has been edited by Janet Marie (edited 08-28-2001).] |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
Martie , Once again I am envious ( although the last time I checked I did not have one of those bones in my body ) . I've said it before , ( and at the risk of repeating myself ) I'll say it again , you have a rather unique talent . In words , Doc |
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Sunshine
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Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
and not so long ago.... this is wonderful! You're becoming quite the storied teller.... and we love it! |
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Logan Senior Member
since 2001-05-28
Posts 1641Arkansas |
And for that reason, is why I felt so privilaged to have a duet with you, for you are sooo good...very gentle smile |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Hey Martie this is such a touching and tender moment so colorfully described by you. The images blended into the colors and the intensity of the moment are superb....Bravo! |
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