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Martie

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0 posted 2001-09-26 07:24 PM

I Cannot

I cannot write of falling backwards,
only of the roots of trees
pushing the sidewalk up with their strong ties.

I hide from crumpled newspaper
that takes hold of the wind
and blows it with words, words that cry
into the streets of everywhere.

The circumference of my neighborhood has changed.
Each face is new now,
changed with a bag of avocados at the door step,
and the words, I’m sorry.
With a harvest of apples it spreads
sweet pie and bakes the crust just right this time
and everyone gets a bite.

I cannot write of empty spaces
that were once filled with communities,
and the thought of the water cooler and paper cups
where laughter spread at ten and two.

I look for something to grasp with words,
but it is all so big, so huge, so monstrously cold,
that I have to look down
to my foot where the dog sleeps
with one eye open, waiting for me to explain why
the ball lays quiet on the teal carpet.

[This message has been edited by Martie (edited 09-26-2001).]

Auguste

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By the sea

1 posted 2001-09-26 07:35 PM

Dear friend, please know that I wish you many smiles. Nice work, Martie. (((hugs)))

Michael

Michael Auguste~
There is more depth to the heart than the mind can comprehend and it only has boundaries when we choose to fence it in.

Mysteria

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since 2001-03-07

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British Columbia, Canada

2 posted 2001-09-26 09:12 PM

Oh Martie, this spoke of the atmosphere in so many communities, homes, and hearts. I think a lot of people can identify with the change in attitudes, due to fear, and heartache. A sad write, but an excellent one as usual dear friend. There is hope always.

~Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self~ Cyril Connolly

Sven

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since 1999-11-23

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East Lansing, MI USA

3 posted 2001-09-26 09:19 PM

I find that I have felt this way. . .

but, we must go on. . .

well done. . . I like the flow and the picture that this shows. . .

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To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world.

Enchantress
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Canada eh.

4 posted 2001-09-26 09:26 PM

Well done as usual Martie. We must have hope and the faith to go on.

~Time has cast a spell on you,
So that you won't ever forget me.~

Tracey
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where insanity meets breeding

5 posted 2001-09-26 09:34 PM

You have expressed well the mixed up emotions of so many. And beautifully done I must say

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

Sunshine

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Listening to every heart

6 posted 2001-09-26 09:35 PM

There are just some days that things like this need to be shared...

and there are some of us who just understand...

Midnitesun

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Gaia

7 posted 2001-09-26 09:47 PM

And neither can I.

snowpants
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KS

8 posted 2001-09-26 10:16 PM

Fantastic write, Martie...you've done a wonderful job of expressing these feelings, which we're all much too familiar with these days...

sp

tried to write a letter
to tell you how I feel,
but all I kept on writing
was slipping on the tears from the day...

Rex Allen McCoy
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Sippin a Timmy's in London

9 posted 2001-09-26 10:55 PM

You wrote this so nicely Martie
So many can relate these past few weeks

Dark Angel
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10 posted 2001-09-27 01:29 AM

My oh my Martie...

I cannot write of falling backwards,
only of the roots of trees
pushing the sidewalk up with their strong ties.

I hide from crumpled newspaper
that takes hold of the wind
and blows it with words, words that cry
into the streets of everywhere.

I look for something to grasp with words,
but it is all so big, so huge, so monstrously cold,
that I have to look down
to my foot where the dog sleeps
with one eye open, waiting for me to explain why
the ball lays quiet on the teal carpet.

You make me sigh, sweet sweet lady

Maree

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since 2001-06-20

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where the sky and horizon meet

11 posted 2001-09-27 01:41 AM

Martie~ what a poignant piece this is...you've painted a very quiet and shaken atmostphere...hopefully one that will mend and return back to normal in time.

Hugs sweet poet,
~Krista

Your beautiful words & creativity allow me to connect with the same in myself.
Thank you for having the courage to share yourself so that I can too

Marge Tindal

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Florida's Foreverly Shores

12 posted 2001-09-27 02:30 AM

Martie~
And I know ...

'I hide from crumpled newspaper
that takes hold of the wind
and blows it with words, words that cry
into the streets of everywhere.'

Tender ... oh, so tender~
Hugs, sweet sister of my heart~
~*Marge*~

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
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Janet Marie
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13 posted 2001-09-27 07:59 AM

I hide from crumpled newspaper
that takes hold of the wind
and blows it with words, words that cry
into the streets of everywhere.

The circumference of my neighborhood has changed.
Each face is new now,
changed with a bag of avocados at the door step,
and the words, I’m sorry.
With a harvest of apples it spreads
sweet pie and bakes the crust just right this time
and everyone gets a bite.

I cannot write of empty spaces
that were once filled with communities,
and the thought of the water cooler and paper cups
where laughter spread at ten and two.
======================================
"I Cannot"

oh--YES you CAN ... and you DID.
thy muse returns with wisdom and grace

me

vandana

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since 1999-10-22

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USA

14 posted 2001-09-27 10:49 AM

enjoyed this much

Logan
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Arkansas

15 posted 2001-09-27 06:07 PM

And the winds of change challenge the breeze of hope, but we live..and the breeze is more comforting..A very good write to a gentle one..very gentle smile

Elizabeth Santos
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since 1999-11-08

Posts 9269
Pennsylvania

16 posted 2001-09-27 06:17 PM

Gracious Lady of Poetry
Again I become involved in your writing
So beautiful and touching
The roots of the trees lie much deeper than they appear
Liz

vlraynes
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Somewhere... out there...

17 posted 2001-10-02 08:53 PM

Martie-
   This is such a tender and touching write.
   Just lovely, sweet friend.
   Hugs,
   ~Vicky

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

nakdthoughts
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Between the Lines

18 posted 2001-10-02 09:54 PM

so wonderful, Martie.
When I read your words I think of someone special because he thought so highly of you and your poetry.

Missing him...

"The worst prison would be a closed heart".
...Pope John Paul II

Balladeer

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Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA

19 posted 2001-10-03 01:01 AM

Geez, Martie! You really hit the bullseye with this one.

Yes, the enormity is too big, indeed. The dog only interested in the still ball is much more fortunate than we, at times. This is masterfully done, dear poet....possibly the best poem on the topic I have seen...

The Lady of Shallot
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USA

20 posted 2001-10-03 08:16 PM

This is refreshing verse full of stark images and realism!

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