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She Is Indigo
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She Is Indigo |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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She is the sun in burn, her cheeks like ripe apples, people move towards her for her fragrance is energy, a youth that jumps rope on the playground and sings because it feels good, she. She laughs at the hard line that runs down the street for she has always seen curves and when the black top covers the weeds with time she finds the crack where one small johnny has jumped up. She is also smooth in black with a leak of pale soft sliding down below her neck and in the jewel of her ear she hears the beat of beguile playing across the hardwood dance floor, she knows that the hour glass of her traps eyes and that in the dimension where travel is free there is what she knows is bliss. She has cried too many times for the loss of dignity for the damage of appetite and the frailty of skin, with such hard touch she has learned compassion, she has loved and cared enough to build a monument that stands in a place in her heart called mourning and the curtain there cannot be drawn. As spring folds over her youth and turns her towards reverence, she finds an intricate pattern wears her well-being and it is woven with colored thread, made with an eyelash soft and fluttered against her breast that opens awareness more than skin inside a place that she sees with indigo eyes. She is these things entwined with pieces of her cherish, ways of seaweed, tangled salt of skin with ocean taste and dirt crusted nails holding the beginning of time and touching it to the root of growing where she will always be. She is. |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
  (smiles) Your gorgeous words depict the mysterious grace of a woman and the awareness and spirit she possesses, sweet friend, I LOVE IT!!! (kiss on cheek) Your imagery and mood of the poem radiates with your golden heart, 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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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
she has loved and cared enough to build a monument that stands in a place in her heart called mourning and the curtain there cannot be drawn. "SHE" is a wonder of words, a splendor to behold!!! Martie, this was something else!! I really loved it!! |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Martie! Once again you pick me up in your swirl of words and wisk me off to introduce me to this woman of intrigue, optimism and compassion. Oh how I wish I could write like this...perhaps in time....just perhaps. Hugs. |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
the hourglass of her traps eyes... Martie, how do you do that? You make it look so simple and yet I could ponder for a lifetime and not come up with the lines you do....you are an amazing poet.. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Martie, I have to second Balladeer on that. You constantly amaze me. |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
I'll say it again my friend: You're a truly beautiful writer... love  K |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
MartieSweetMartie~ 'As spring folds over her youth and turns her towards reverence, she finds an intricate pattern wears her well-being and it is woven with colored thread' ... ...with words that somersault across the page~ I've said it before ... I'll say it again ... this IS Martiesque~ Hey ... you reached the summit of 10,000 posts~ Congratulations sweet sister of my heart~  *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I want to be her...but perhaps it is well enough to read of her through you...knowing that somewhere in You, lies indigo...and 10,000 thank yous for allowing me to know what it is to read a poet... [This message has been edited by Sunshine (04-04-2002 09:25 AM).] |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
How do you do it? I am amazed every time I read your work! Wonderful! Beautiful! Masterful! Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
she is quite the lady can see the fire in her eyes and the heat of her smile enjoyed this |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
yes, all that was said before..another example of why I enjoy reading your words. wonderful |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
she finds the crack where one small johnny has jumped up. I could copy line after line of this poem... but I'd have to copy the entire thing at least 100 times to even begin to give each wonderful image its due. So I'll save all that space on the server and simply say... this gave me chills... every hair on my arms is standing in salute. *S* |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Yep, what suthern said...one more time, around the block... |
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strbbux Member Elite
since 2001-12-19
Posts 3859 |
Oh my, Oh my, Oh my...hmmmmm don't know what to say Martie, You make me speechless. Bravo. floria Floria |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
And you my dear friend are definitely "THE RAINBOW"!!!!!!! I can't even begin to tell you the pleasure I have in being able to read your words again though it is only for this one day for now. Superb as always and filled with the measures of depth in thought that make us all take a moment to cherish the trails that your mind take us on. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
She has cried too many times for the loss of dignity for the damage of appetite and the frailty of skin, with such hard touch she has learned compassion, she has loved and cared enough to build a monument that stands in a place in her heart called mourning and the curtain there cannot be drawn. As spring folds over her youth and turns her towards reverence, she finds an intricate pattern wears her well-being and it is woven with colored thread, made with an eyelash soft and fluttered against her breast that opens awareness more than skin inside a place that she sees with indigo eyes. ================================= Well....I am finally here, now that a certain cowboy let me back in my moth chair  Congrats on your milestone Martie...and you posted one heck of gem for it(even if unwittingly) I must concur with Deer and Sy-babes... you take the words and turn them into phrases and images that define the moment until you make us taste, touch, hear, smell and witness and feel it with you.  |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
She is these things entwined with pieces of her cherish, ways of seaweed, tangled salt of skin with ocean taste and dirt crusted nails holding the beginning of time and touching it to the root of growing where she will always be. Wish I could write like you do, Martie.... I think you are a genius....  ~lots of hugs for this one~copyright2002 Lyra Nesius |
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