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The Artist's Loft
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The Artist's Loft |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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The Artist’s Loft The skylight let clouds into a room canvas bound bedazzled with color dripped and glorious eye sound Where do I go I wondered when the path leads past the gate into the eye of mystery where there is no rebate If you don’t want to stay just look away he said with a twinkle coming jauntily from his disarray Humor lay there waiting to be stepped on in a splat of sable to see the meaning was my question the answer not the palette on the table I saw the blue in one small sky that had been overwhelmed by a red dress and especially with three eyes the quiet room was a mess I counted shirts in his closet three where a portrait of his daughter held court so somber in her chair her feet on floor close the door on such a humble fort For in the opening of the door this artist’s loft packed with meaning's twisted tapestry I found a piece of personal that hurt to see the painter’s heart was hanging with shirts three [This message has been edited by Martie (01-21-2002 04:50 PM).] |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
Martie, I could almost, almost smell the paint in this one. And the ending just wrapped it all up. Kathleen--(Kay) |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Martie...I felt as though I were there in that loft...you paint such visions with your words... |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Oh Martie, I was right there with you, and saw the three shirts, and felt embarrassed as though we had intruded on the artist's personal space. Your imagery here is wonderful! Excellent write! ~Hugs, Nancy~ ~Love is the realization of a beautiful dream~ |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Martie, you saw his heart hanging with the shirts and I see yours in everything you write...superb, as always, my friend  |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
  (big hugggssssss) Ooohhhhh...this is soooooo gorgeous, sweet friend, I could just envision you painting shirts and on the canvas in this glorious poem! (kiss on cheek) Such a masterpiece of delight, sweet friend, we all love you so much! 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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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
For in the opening of the door this artist’s loft packed with meaning's twisted tapestry I found a piece of personal that hurt to see the painter’s heart was hanging with shirts three You are a true delight to read...I'm never disappointed *s M |
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poeticdreamer Junior Member
since 2002-01-17
Posts 46 |
Wonderfully crafted piece here! poeticdreamer |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
Your talent shines brilliantly in this wonderful poem so artfully put together...The vision and feel of it was incredible. 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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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Martie~ Your words take you to the most creative of places~ 'For in the opening of the door this artist’s loft packed with meaning's twisted tapestry I found a piece of personal that hurt to see the painter’s heart was hanging with shirts three' Just once ... just once ... I would love to wear your eyes~ *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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strbbux Member Elite
since 2001-12-19
Posts 3859 |
Martie, this was heartfelt, as I paint and I could just smell the paint and the turpentine, and see those old shirts hanging there with his heart. lovely. floria |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I saw the blue in one small sky that had been overwhelmed by a red dress and especially with three eyes the quiet room was a mess I counted shirts in his closet three where a portrait of his daughter held court so somber in her chair her feet on floor close the door on such a humble fort For in the opening of the door this artist’s loft packed with meaning's twisted tapestry I found a piece of personal that hurt to see the painter's heart was hanging with shirts three =========================== You just blow me away sometimes... I read this earlier...and was so taken in and enveloped by the images, the detail and the things I read between the lines..... that I didnt even notice it rhymed..ME? not noticing rhymes? See how you do me in  *L* We wish ourselves beautiful ... we cry in the night. |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Martie, So what they say is true...fabulous. Thanks Doc.[This message has been edited by Larry C (01-22-2002 01:28 AM).] |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Martie, running short on time, but I'll be back to take this ALL in... K |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Well painted, and much appreciated. Sandra |
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Logan Senior Member
since 2001-05-28
Posts 1641Arkansas |
Ahh, Martie, with my son as an artist, I know this all too well for to be an artist is both a gift and a curse...very gentle smile |
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Charisma
since 2000-09-30
Posts 5906lost in blue pages |
Superb......love it thoroughly...truly a treat to read Charisma |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Martie, Once again, brilliance. Chris Life is not measured by breaths you take, but by moments that take your breath away. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
OK, my girl, I came back and read this not once, but three times; the first time I saw the loft in France, the wine bottles over turned, the smoky air, the smell of paint and turpentine... the second time I saw a frustrated man fighting very hard to paint his soul, no matter come what may... the third time... I saw Martie... |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
The blending of colors on your palette is outstanding. Lots of ways to interpret this. I have already seen it differently, twice over and still in awe. And that is the beauty, is it not? |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Hey little one...thanks for the "extra"... |
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Auguste
since 2000-02-16
Posts 3953By the sea |
Martie, How did you know my loft was a mess? Hanging in my closet are two painter's smocks, both made by a friend and they are a palette now from all the many colors I've used in my work. I really like this very much, my friend. It puts me in the mood to paint. (((hugs))) to you and no more tripping. LOL!Michael Michael Auguste~ |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
such a way of seeing it all :-) I like it! |
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D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
I enjoyed the thoughts you provoked here. I started to look around my place. What a mess it is. I could write two novels out of it. Each object sometimes creating several visions. Blessings and warm wishes. [This message has been edited by D.Lester Young (01-25-2002 08:06 AM).] |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
a privilage to read ms martie enjoyed this piece |
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sodpossom Senior Member
since 2001-06-15
Posts 723N.C |
Very well painted and captivating!Enjoyed it! |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Oh you know I love art! I read this differently again. I saw you standing in front of a painting that was inviting, and wanted you to come in. You saw various things in the painting including the artist's heart, while searching for its meaning. You know my imagination, but I absolutely loved this whether it was straight forward or abstract, either way I read it, the poem was fantastic Martie. <font face="monotype corsiva">~* Carpe' Diem *~ |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
For in the opening of the door this artist’s loft packed with meaning's twisted tapestry I found a piece of personal that hurt to see the painter’s heart was hanging with shirts three This is so very well imaged, Martie...that I felt as if I were standing right there in that artist's loft, experiencing that piece of personal. You painted a beautiful poetic picture!  copyright2002 Lyra Nesius |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
I loved Marge's remark I too, would love to wear your eyes Superb,as always Liz |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Martie, you sure know how to paint the best word pictures I've ever seen. Kethry Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee |
I am late..but so glad to read you now or whenever..You always take me by the eyes and lead me to places. And make me feel from the heart. There are so many things to see and do in your poetry. Just lovely. Sincerely, Regina |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
This is so very essentially incredible... a work of pure art... Thanks to you Martie, and many regards, sudhir |
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Tracey Member Elite
since 2001-08-29
Posts 2808where insanity meets breeding |
Your words took me straight to the scene of that loft Martie. What wonderful images you convey in the writing of it If she who dies with the most toys wins, then can I have some toy boys please? |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
My hands were wanting to touch the palette and the brushes, and to gather up the scent of oils and turpentine. But the portrait of your artist was so vivid, as was his daughter, that I felt I saw that twinkle within the disarray. through yours, my eyes became the fourth pair in the room. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
You paint a wondrous verbal portrait, m'friend...  |
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