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To Keep up the Good Search
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To Keep up the Good Search |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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To Keep up the Good Search To begin on white with some lopsided twisted thought a calypso from the past perhaps or the rock where I stubbed my toe it is all like chicken scratches numbering my thoughts click click faster now they come like black birds winged and mighty and dark dark they sing across my la la la in sharps that pierce my naked longing and they discord too rumble like the far left of piano thunder trouble sad sound and I listen as if to pick out a melody that would explain but I cannot tell you of dark hair or of scarlet wishes cannot march you into my cadence so you can keep time how can you keep time I have been trying but my poem slips and I am off in circles again falling into rivers even the waterfall hears me coming and winks with sunlight for the joy of tossing me about Gentle is the wander when I float on wings of garden roses and prick my skin to feel the sun fill up all my surfaces with surprise and then today I lost my count and I whispered to the soft air where where is my lost thought and it lay me down again on this white page where I have clicked my life and said someday you will see but for now you must keep up the good search. ____________ Repost for obvious reasons  |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
This is gorgeous Martie...for obvious reasons. Hugs to you, I think yer lovely. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
For more than obvious reasons, this is why I never miss reading you.... |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Martie~ You could 'repost' this once a month and it wouldn't be too much for me ! ! 'they sing across my la la la in sharps that pierce my naked longing' It's one of the reasons I keep the library door open~  God, it's lovely~ Thank you for your la la la~ ~*Marge*~  ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Toerag Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622Ala bam a |
Hi ya gal!....I see ya stubbed me in your poem....that's okay, I get stubbed a bunch.....liked your work....good job...take care..Toe |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is so beautiful, Martie! Fantastic expression! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
but I cannot tell you of dark hair or of scarlet wishes cannot march you into my cadence so you can keep time how can you keep time I have been trying but my poem slips and I am off in circles again falling into rivers even the waterfall hears me coming and winks with sunlight for the joy of tossing me about Gentle is the wander when I float on wings of garden roses and prick my skin to feel the sun fill up all my surfaces with surprise and then today I lost my count and I whispered to the soft air where where is my lost thought and it lay me down again on this white page where I have clicked my life and said someday you will see but for now you must keep up the good search. ========================== shall we search for our moody muses together? *sigh* even when you write about NOT being able to write... its PURE POETRY!! this is beautiful Martie "Failure is not in the falling down ... |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Martie I really have to smile at you and Janet Marie. You both write such great poems explaining how you can't write great poems because your inspiration (muse) is dead. "and they discord too rumble like the far left of piano thunder trouble sad sound and I listen as if to pick out a melody that would explain" Smiling....what a great way to describe your discordant thoughts. I have reason to belive that your good search won't be a very long one...you two are precious!! He he!! Love ya both Have a nice day! ethome The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up |
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