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Another Day in the Life of a Flower Delivery Girl
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Another Day in the Life of a Flower Delivery Girl |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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Another Day in the Life of a Flower Delivery Girl Today I dressed in feelings covered my hair in a net of hope and let it fall over my shoulders I walked out into the morning with shoes like dirt so sturdy yet giving because I felt like I was moving through time and it was not wasting tapping my shoulder with directions Shoulder pads of compassion saw me down the corridor of age where wheelchairs directed the day and death was fragrant in the looks that watched me for recognition and when my smile touched the air it sprinkled across those faces like candy sprinkles on cake At a house on the street of weeping I knocked and waited with impatience dotting my I but when the door opened to tears my red dress melted across the porch and my arms ached with their sleeve of understanding even the flowers that I pressed across the threshold folded as pain fell into their light I would have stayed with the comfort that I felt tight around my chest but I knew that she could see stranger hanging around my neck and her grief needed a friend Besides I still needed my wheels of fortune to take me over the hill to somewhere else but around the curve to last stop the whole thing fell over and the water of life leaked onto the floorboard and followed me with a trail to a tall and stately building bedraggled and not even apologetic I asked for a drink to keep me going back to where I had been So all things considered and a telephone call I guess I could call it a day and to find the doorbell with no sound was the way it was more often then not but the clincher was the going around and about and up and down to a bell that I could not ring not in my ordinary clothes not without flowers in my hand and my heart on my sleeve. _____ from 11-2000 |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
  (sigh) Soooooooooo beautifully compassionate, sweet friend, your words always bring flowers to everyone's heart and fills us all with hope and cleanses our tears with beauty and sunshine! (kiss on cheek) We all love you so much, sweet friend, this a very touching and gorgeous story! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Martie, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Martie, A delicious and heart felt write as only you could do. |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
*sigh* this poem is so incredibly heart touching and written in your gentle way. I love it. **big hugs**  Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I was rambling around in the archives the other day and fell across this and remembered how it touched me the first time, and my heart echoes that feel again, as I read it then, and am glad you somehow knew to bring it back for our new members, because this is so you... and I am so glad.... |
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strbbux Member Elite
since 2001-12-19
Posts 3859 |
Very heartfelt Martie. lovely , floria |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Shoulder pads of compassion saw me down the corridor of age where wheelchairs directed the day and death was fragrant in the looks that watched me for recognition and when my smile touched the air it sprinkled across those faces like candy sprinkles on cake At a house on the street of weeping I knocked and waited with impatience dotting my I but when the door opened to tears my red dress melted across the porch and my arms ached with their sleeve of understanding even the flowers that I pressed across the threshold folded as pain fell into their light I would have stayed with the comfort that I felt tight around my chest but I knew that she could see stranger hanging around my neck and her grief needed a friend Besides I still needed my wheels of fortune to take me over the hill to somewhere else but around the curve to last stop the whole thing fell over and the water of life leaked onto the floorboard and followed me with a trail to a tall and stately building bedraggled and not even apologetic I asked for a drink to keep me going back to where I had been ========================================== This one has always been a fave...truly a remarkable piece of writing...there is so much to see here in this deeply honest and reflective write of your spirit... Your gift is to offer us a view that we might not have seen if not thru your words...your vision. This is classic Martie poetry....my dear poetess..your muse is worth its weight in gold (and carnations)(smile) |
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Logan Senior Member
since 2001-05-28
Posts 1641Arkansas |
Ahh, Martie, you can take a day to day happening and turn it into wonders themselves...very gentle smile |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
At a house on the street of weeping I knocked and waited with impatience dotting my I but when the door opened to tears my red dress melted across the porch and my arms ached with their sleeve of understanding even the flowers that I pressed across the threshold folded as pain fell into their light ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ah Martie...you have touched that place inside me once again. Your 'delivery' of this treasure is incredible. Once more you write with pure magic my friend. ~Hugs and luv, Nancy~ ~Time has cast a spell on you, |
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