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The Secret
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The Secret |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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The Secret....from 10-00 I was wishing for the long summer twilight time and the moon falling into the sea and you and me with toes dangling into the sureness of a youthful frolic. But, it was no longer summer and the air was quickly cooling as I stood at the top of the mountain counting the ridges like rounded steps down, down into a hazy sea, thinking of all that was lost. Then across the hill that fell away beside me into a river with alder tracing its curving path I found something, perfect with its nudging truth out of my longing, I found Fall. It was lit with sunshine and covered in a coat of many colors and textures, then staked to the ground by yucca spikes that stood erect in their blooming hold on death and rebirth. There was copper and rust, burnt orange and umber, all sown together by the plume of the gray squirrels tale that darted back and forth like a living needle. I could smell the creosote where the fragrant ground leaked, and sage in soft dusty green gave reverence to the air in a prayer for continuance that I could hear echo in my heart. As I stood there and felt like crying for something, something that summer stole from me and would not give back, something that would never be the same again, Fall covered me with her quilt so that I would understand how life changes for a reason and time spreads its seeds upon the ground to wait. It whispered across the hill, its breath as fragrant as the sweet peas of early spring, it whispered this secret to me, now is really all there is, and now it is Fall. [This message has been edited by Martie (edited 10-05-2001).] |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Jeez, Martie...another poem about the seasons and each one is more beautiful than its predecessor...this is masterful  |
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Twilight Myst Member
since 2001-10-04
Posts 58Just A Myst At Twilight |
It whispered across the hill, its breath as fragrant as the sweet peas of early spring, ~~~~~~~~~ Ahh, this is grand!! Love it!! |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
As I stood there and felt like crying for something, something that summer stole from me and would not give back, something that would never be the same again, Fall covered me with her quilt so that I would understand how life changes for a reason and time spreads its seeds upon the ground to wait. Absolutely beautiful Martie  Maree |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I found Fall. It was lit with sunshine and covered in a coat of many colors and textures, then staked to the ground by yucca spikes that stood erect in their blooming hold on death and rebirth. There was cooper and rust, burnt orange and umber, all sown together by the plume of the gray squirrels tale that darted back and forth like a living needle. I could smell the creosote where the fragrant ground leaked, and sage in soft dusty green gave reverence to the air in a prayer for continuance that I could hear echo in my heart. As I stood there and felt like crying for something, something that summer stole from me and would not give back, something that would never be the same again, Fall covered me with her quilt so that I would understand how life changes for a reason and time spreads its seeds upon the ground to wait. ===================================== gawwwwwd I LOVE the way you write... the way your pen grants us that gifted vision and perspective of yours... Forget the fiction baby... you were born for poetry   me |
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vlraynes Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-25
Posts 8229Somewhere... out there... |
Martie- This is just gorgeous, sweet lady. Nobody paints a picture with words like YOU do. Hugs, ~Vicky "...until you have read the verse on his heart, |
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Logan Senior Member
since 2001-05-28
Posts 1641Arkansas |
Oh,wow, Martie, I bow my head to the master here of the fall poems, how wonderful, great write..very gentle smile |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
There was copper and rust, burnt orange and umber, all sown together by the plume of the gray squirrels tale that darted back and forth like a living needle. I love these lines...your eyes see the world in wonderful poetic words..thank you ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
I'm enjoying fall here - Thanks for the wonderful reminder of its splendor..  |
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Kit McCallum
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since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
Oh Martie ... I simply cannot express how beautifully your words flow across the page. The visuals you bring to my mind are so exquisite. This is simply wonderful! Best wishes, /Kit |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
(smiling) A secret? Hmmm... perhaps it should not be such a secret and maybe more of us would appreciate the now.... very nicely done Martie. |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I remember...thank you for the return of smiles... |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Martie~ 'Fall covered me with her quilt so that I would understand how life changes for a reason and time spreads its seeds upon the ground to wait.' How abundant the seeds are sown ... beautiful thoughts of waiting for the rebirthing~ Just lovely, sweet poetess~ *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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SmartChick Member Rara Avis
since 2001-09-23
Posts 7081On A Journey To The Unknown |
This is a beatiful poem. |
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LngJhnAg Member Elite
since 1999-07-23
Posts 3508Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion |
Martie - ya lil devil - this is beautiful. |
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Apachecat906 Member
since 2001-09-04
Posts 217Michigan, USA |
I humbly submit my reply so that I may save this masterpiece in my library and say thank you for the beauty of your words. |
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