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Santa Monica Sunshine
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Santa Monica Sunshine |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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Santa Monica Sunshine It was Saturday afternoon on the Third Street Promenade and it seemed the whole world walked those three blocks in the Santa Monica sunshine wearing their coolest colors skimping in slender ease well muscled shirtless and looking long smooth legs in shorts flowing glowing youth or deceiving time with argyle socks and white deck shoes thongs and sandals and dirty bare feet pushing shopping carts eating the soft pretzel prize trash can saved elegant salads at tables that slithered out onto the sidewalk cascading fresh fish French fries and white wine laughter A mime held a crowd at the corner telling of the heartbreak of a butterfly in long fingered grace his body was made of liquid it flowed and rippled and his face wept wings too fragile to speak of the corner of people paused and watched amazed their children quieted Vavaldi played and it was like the story was the music a boy of eleven played a sweet guitar his fingers dancing his face straight and severe as if he was gone and only his fingers understood the need to play play until the pennies became a meal though all he wanted to do was sleep not eat just sleep and dream of football and kicking the guitar across the field hear the loud thump it made then the shattering his face eased out an expression that looked almost like happiness It was Saturday afternoon on the Third Street Promenade and it seemed the whole world walked those three blocks in the Santa Monica sunshine -------- revised from 2000 |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
one of my favorites from you... enjoy the way you paint the scene and the more behind what the eyes take in. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Isn't this the best...you've brought the smells and sights back to us so cleverly, and you know those days when you first step out into the Santa Monica Sun and you shiver...? you made me shiver! |
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strbbux Member Elite
since 2001-12-19
Posts 3859 |
Hmmmmmmmm, fabulous lines in here Martie, Just some that I loved. "a boy of eleven played a sweet guitar his fingers dancing his face straight and severe as if he was gone and only his fingers understood the need to play play until the pennies became a meal" But truly the entire poem is exquisite. floria Floria |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
  YAY!!! Ooohhhhhh...I love this, sweet friend, this reminds me too of Boulder, Colorado, which is one of my favorite cities, on the Pearl Street Mall there are always guitarists and magicians that perform magic tricks like throwing playing cards on top of a rooftop, and just the thought of seeing that boy and his guitar mad eme smile! (kiss on cheek) Your words always shimmer with smiles, 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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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
Martie I go there so often see those same people then I see them in santa barbara it seems the next moment enjoyed this |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Oh, what lovely memories this gives me. And I think I like the thought of white wine laughter the best of all. Sandra |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
his body was made of liquid it flowed and rippled and his face wept wings too fragile to speak of If you'd written only these lines, I'd be entranced. *S* But instead, you painted such a vivid word picture I could smell and hear and touch the day... Absolutely lovely! |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
the corner of people paused and watched amazed their children quieted Vavaldi played and it was like the story was the music I loved this one, Martie...Vivaldi's "Four Seasons" is my favorite piece of music.  ~many hugs~copyright2002 Lyra Nesius |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Martie, you make me want to pack my bags and head south! Wonderful imagery here. Great write. Hugs. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Martie you reminded me of the last time I visited California I was going to make a trip to the Third Street Promenade but I never made it...perhaps next time...I have some good memories of Santa Monica...a fantastic area...James |
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