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Sometimes This Child
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Sometimes This Child |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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Sometimes This Child Sometimes this child is gallop of spring I see her as though she wasn’t me but some piece of spirit from which I grew knowing all the while that winter held her with eyes closed demanding answers she would flail onto slippery hard anguish of thought caught in childhood until it bled her pale There is slanted light across the room filled with flying air of scatter run for she blew on the pieces of her spirit aglow until she came down fragmented onto the lost questions of something sweet below She was all knees and upward going until then and still can’t name the thing or cost of all the love she felt that got lost running too long to dangle baby-like against the grain of wood so used that the tree almost again still stood No need explain the folded cotton tent suffocating and all bent over in hovering creep so good at pretending just asleep through all the splinters fester fraught asleep the pale is only caught the spirit free around the room alive alone She can name them and count them fine the stars close the closet door to keep in bad and dark fold the safe place away from floor and lock the door run fast past windows menace watch the eyes look through even dark and find the fear curled and closed can’t hear the steps or what the slowly opening door begets Sometimes this child was gallop of spring I see her now and she is unabridged a piece of vibrant spirit from which I grow somehow mostly in the right directions know |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
you again... amaze me. such beauty in your words and imagery and always more on the second or third read... needless to say.. I enjoyed.. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Martie Well you did it again, a lovely write. |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Wow. You have magic, sometimes uplifting, sometimes heartrending, always utterly magnetic. This piece is all three. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
You never cease to amaze me.. always holding my attention and my breath till the very last word. Wonderful write poetess Martie! ~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~ ~ Trace my body with your words.. |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
May the inner child live on. Your words, which always require multiple reads, stand on hope but harbor pain. In this case a child who seems to send her thoughts and feelings elsewhere while experiencing life's harsher lessons. My hope for this child is that she more often than not knows at least the pursuit of happiness. A sadder but wiser girl. At least that is this window shopper's take. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ron...Thank you for always being there and for more than one read and for friendship, of course! Sy--I'm always glad to catch your eye. Ed--Your reply made magic too....thank you!  Nancy--Thanks for such a sweet reply. Richard--You read with an understanding heart...thank you. |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
  (big hugggsssssss) God Bless You, sweet friend, you always write with the heart of a most loving mother and your children will always be so blessed to have you as their lucky mom! (kiss on cheek) This is gorgeous, sweet friend, yay, 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 "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
Martie, Exactly what Richard said one thousand times better than I could have. But more, this is my absolute favorite of all I've read of your works. This tapped into my heart and my spirit. An honesty here, so precious. Thank you, Hugs and love, Pat  ..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Let me count reasons for reading you... this is one... and there are several others I could mention... bless your heart... |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Breathtaking Martie!! love this. Chris "Hope" is the thing with feathers- |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Martie - yes, you are amazing, one of a kind... BC |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Beautiful |
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Goodknight Member Elite
since 2002-06-15
Posts 2386Ohio, USA |
I read and reread and rereread and you say so much each time your words touch my soul - lovely Martie - Paul |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Martie, your words always have such meaning that the reader does well to read over and over again. If not, will miss something. Very, very touching, sweet lady. Heart Hugs, Ethel |
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Auguste
since 2000-02-16
Posts 3953By the sea |
The Queen of Imagery strikes again! Wonderful, Martie!  The stars will shine when I am gone, |
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Connel
since 2002-11-04
Posts 736Florida, USA |
 Perfect, and love in every word!Read ^ there, because you are reading the wrong part! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
knowing all the while that winter held her with eyes closed demanding answers she would flail onto slippery hard anguish of thought caught in childhood until it bled her pale There is slanted light across the room filled with flying air of scatter run for she blew on the pieces of her spirit aglow until she came down fragmented onto the lost questions of something sweet below She was all knees and upward going until then and still can’t name the thing or cost of all the love she felt that got lost running too long to dangle baby-like against the grain of wood so used that the tree almost again still stood =================================== She can name them and count them fine the stars close the closet door to keep in bad and dark fold the safe place away from floor and lock the door run fast past windows menace watch the eyes look through even dark and find the fear curled and closed can’t hear the steps or what the slowly opening door begets Sometimes this child was gallop of spring I see her now and she is unabridged a piece of vibrant spirit from which I grow somehow mostly in the right directions know ======================================= these lines just went thru me... onto slippery hard anguish of thought caught in childhood until it bled her pale for she blew on the pieces of her spirit aglow until she came down fragmented onto the lost questions of something sweet below and still can’t name the thing or cost of all the love she felt that got lost She can name them and count them fine the stars and that last verse captured your spirit true This poem is more beautiful than a mere moth will be able to say...as is the poet who wrote it.  Sometimes there is comfort in rhyme.  |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
*library* |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Martie - nice job here: winter held her with eyes closed May they now open in Spring xxoo |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Dear one, no one does it any better than you...don't ever stop!! |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Friends...thank you for your replies..I so appreciate the understanding of this little girl, me. |
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