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Which one Real
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Which one Real |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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She moved down the street straight, as if a stick held on to all her sway, a book in hand, the wind would wrestle with her hair, pages of it leaf in shadow to the sidewalk where her feet said careful. I watched her stepping over cracks like a child, but frolic was not in her for she was stopped by circumstance that I could not name, from play. She was a whisper in the village, for that was the way others looked at her, with slanted eyes where a question slipped but was never spoken. She stopped in front of the museum and cast her eyes onto the open book, her hands becoming the perfect lectern, her body a wood platform in pleated skirt. The book must keep her safe, I thought, for in it’s hold she can pretend to stand nonchalant within the shadow of the building, A purpose in hand, you see, those pages made her somewhat free. Her reasons were hard to guess, except once I saw her fall from her hold on air and the space around her became blurred, then she turned and looked right through me and I wondered which one of us was real. [This message has been edited by Martie (03-25-2002 05:15 PM).] |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
MartieSis~ You 'move' us through a poetic piece as though you were the museum's tour guide~ Thanks for this beautiful portrayal~ *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Wow Martie....I could see this plainly in my mind...and you are right...which one is real! Excellent Poem! |
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Soleil Noir Senior Member
since 2001-12-19
Posts 688USA |
I do believe you knew me even then, even as you know me now... how kind of you to not forget that day, all the way down to my shadow... |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Nice work Martie.. a mystery within an observation... enjoyed this! |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
  (smiles) Wow, ooohhhhhh...this felt just like a mystery to me, sweet friend, and all of us reading it were the audience only with our intuition solving it! (kiss on cheek) This is wonderful, sweet friend, your words are a library of inspiration, 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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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Martie, beautiful as always! Leaving lots to ponder tonight. I hope to be back up and running on my own PC soon so I don't miss any more of your wonderful writing. Hugs. ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
She stopped in front of the museum and cast her eyes onto the open book, her hands becoming the perfect lectern, her body a wood platform in pleated skirt. Powerful imagery, Martie!  WOW!!!!!copyright2002 Lyra Nesius |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Darn if this whole poem doesn't speak to me...picking a favorite line isn't easy...this is for tonight... quote:I'll come back for more tomorrow... and yes, my sweet friend...'tis a Keeper... |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I love this, Martie... your powerful imagery has once more given us a window to watch through... your eyes see and your pen paints the picture... and we... we are blessed. *S* |
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snowpants Member Elite
since 2000-09-16
Posts 2061KS |
'The book must keep her safe, I thought, for in it’s hold she can pretend to stand nonchalant within the shadow of the building, A purpose in hand, you see, those pages made her somewhat free. Her reasons were hard to guess, except once I saw her fall from her hold on air and the space around her became blurred, then she turned and looked right through me and I wondered which one of us was real.' These are some powerful lines, Martie...written as only you could... this really touched me...fantastic write! sp    And though my heart feels all alone without you |
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