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Martie

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since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

0 posted 2001-09-03 01:53 PM

The Second Time

The second time,
she followed him.

She left father knows best
for the grassy hills of university idealism.
It was the sixties after all
and love was free.

It was like plunging from a diving board
into the ocean,
and he of soft brown eyes
and poetry had already disappeared
into the paperback books,
madras skirts and coffee houses
of intellectual pleasure.

Once in a while they would ride
on his scooter
out of the crowded corridors
to the hills
where the bell tower’s song
was less formidable
and watch the fog creep across the bay.

Sometimes he would take her home
to his one room
with the mattress on the floor.

He studied, while she memorized
the colors of the fabric on his shirt,
considered the glaze of his skin
against the twilight desk lamp,
and watched the dark curls against his neck
caress his skin.

He stroked the printed paper then turned to her.

She loved him with the purity
of youthful madness,
he responded to the silken moment
and melted into her
with the carelessness of his
arching back.

The rest is another story.

ethome
Member Patricius

since 2000-05-14

Posts 11858
New Brunswick Canada

1 posted 2001-09-03 02:00 PM

God I am breathless with the beauty of the sensuousness of this piece.
What no sequel?

         "She loved him with the purity
          of youthful madness,
          he responded to the silken moment
          and melted into her
          with the carelessness of his
          arching back.

          The rest is another story." Now this other story will it be published soon?
Curious     ethome
Excellent poetry Martie! Took me back to those years and the thinking that prevailed then!

Tracey
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since 2001-08-29

Posts 2808
where insanity meets breeding

2 posted 2001-09-03 02:19 PM

Sounds like such a heartfelt memory. Lovely story. I'm waiting for the sequel

Tracey

If she who dies with the most toys wins, then can I have some toy boys please?

Voiceless
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since 2001-02-19

Posts 686
Under the stars upon the wind

3 posted 2001-09-03 02:50 PM

Great, another great example
of the great things in life..
So now about this other story..

Freedom is not Free (Korean War memorial)

JamesMichael
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since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

4 posted 2001-09-03 03:13 PM

"He responded to the silken moment."
Like the mood you have created here...James

Marge Tindal

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since 1999-11-06

Posts 42384
Florida's Foreverly Shores

5 posted 2001-09-03 03:25 PM

Oh Martie~

Oh ... Oh ... I like this~

You just have that special quality about your memories
that brings them into sharp focus for the reader.

Martiesque at it's best ! !
*Hugs*
~*Marge*~

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
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Sunshine

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since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

6 posted 2001-09-03 03:28 PM

Ah, the storied series of life...looking forward to the next. But you knew that....

vlraynes
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since 2000-07-25

Posts 8229
Somewhere... out there...

7 posted 2001-09-03 10:37 PM

Martie-
   Wow!  This is awesome!
   I'm liking this bunches!!
   You have such a way with words and imagery...
   I was 'watching' this unfold...
   You amaze me!

   Hugs,
   ~vicky

"...until you have read the verse on his
heart, you have not truely met the poet."
-vlraynes

ramrog
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since 2001-08-22

Posts 50

8 posted 2001-09-03 10:54 PM

wonderful. I am touched.

Janet Marie
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since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

9 posted 2001-09-04 01:05 AM

He studied, while she memorized
the colors of the fabric on his shirt,
considered the glaze of his skin
against the twilight desk lamp,
and watched the dark curls against his neck
caress his skin.

He stroked the printed paper then turned to her.

She loved him with the purity
of youthful madness,
he responded to the silken moment
and melted into her
with the carelessness of his
arching back.
==============================
OH MAN....
yes...MORE MORE MORE....
take it to Prose and take us along...
Encore my dear...

A man who asks a woman to lie for him, is a man who will lie to that woman.
A woman who lies for a man, is a woman who lies to herself.
(vise versa)

Mysteria

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since 2001-03-07

Posts 18328
British Columbia, Canada

10 posted 2001-09-05 12:25 PM

Oh do I have a memory identical to this one, psst - let's compare sequels? he he - Martie, this was woven beautifully, I loved it.

*~If you can't say anything nice about someone, don't say anything at all*~
~* My Gramma, Mom and me *~

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