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Martie
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Posts 28049California 
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The Painting The painting had hung for years in this spot, purchased for the light that shown like a kind of reverence. She squinted into its radiance and stepped inside the landscape where she could smell damp earth and hear leaves rustle with lizard-tail scurry. The sun tinged the side of the adobe building auburn and cast long shadows from the spreading eucalyptus tree across the door. A man in a long cloak gazing from the open door was stained with the color of the sun across his face to holy. The sky was white, and blue brushed the trunk of the birch tree. Two woman talking together in hushed voices, feathered sound across the stone walk-way. Their faces were unoccupied until she closed the distance and could see the pencil outline. From all around she could hear the hum of the past, the center of life where the hammering of nails into the mission’s cross was pure and hope-filled, and so placed at the peak in simple symbol it humbled the sky. Something was hidden behind sea green leaves, mottled like moss and swamp to almost black and as she rubbed her eyes and moved again back into the room where the painting hung, it rang sweet and sure and real. ---- 3-00 [This message has been edited by Martie (04-04-2003 04:24 PM).] |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I'll be back...  |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Wow, Martie, I don't know how you do it, every single time. Your magic just takes me wherever you want me to go at that particular moment....what an exercise in imagery and movement and focused emotion. Going back to read this one again. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
This painting was done by a lady who lived in the city where I live...I gave her the poem before she died recently..she loved it, as I love her painting. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
You have amazing talent Martie. Your imagery is just fantastic... So very much enjoyed having a close-up view of this painting. ~Hugs, Nancy~ ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Absolutely exquisite! I'll keep this, thank you Martie. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
The sun tinged the side of the adobe building auburn and cast long shadows from the spreading eucalyptus tree across the door. A man in a long cloak gazing from the open door was stained with the color of the sun across his face to holy. The sky was white, and blue brushed the trunk of the birch tree. ========================== quote: As does your poetry .... as does your every single lovely poetic word.   "and when we get to the pearly gates ... |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
You write lace.  |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
This is what I read to learn... this is one of the reasons why "Fluid Silver" came about... this is also why... I shall continue to practice. There. That's why I said I would come back. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Dear Martie, this is absolutely enchanting ... I bow to your talent. Love, Margherita  |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
No one can paint quite like you do...you take images, and float them around as I read, and I always enjoy the painting that is your talent!!! Accept these small gifts from my gypsy heart ~~S~~ |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
My Goodness Martie...how I've missed reading you. I was there.. I could see and hear it all. This is indeed a beautiful painting. Maree  p.s miss you. |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
it rang sweet and sure and real. -------- yes, like Janet said, just like you... such a great way of writing... you never fail to capture my imagination... regards, sudhir |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
MartieSis~ I remember soooooooooo well your ability to 'step into the painting'~ You do it time and time again~ Exquisite ... thank you for taking me there~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Martie, there is so much I want to say about this. I just can't seem to find the words to describe how you amaze me by your talent and beautiful abilities to write. I honestly felt as if I was with you as you were seeing each and every detail of this wonderful painting. I read it over and over again...not because I was trying to understand it, but because I didn't want to miss a tiny detail of the beautiful picture you described. While reading it, I was wishing that I could see the painting...then I realized that I actually was. Thank you, dear friend, for sharing your beautiful art with us.  Heart Hugs,  Ethel |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
Martie, you always take me there...and I am glad to go |
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Goodknight Member Elite
since 2002-06-15
Posts 2386Ohio, USA |
the canvass is alive with your words and the images and feelings they evoke - what wonders you do write dear Martie - Paul |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Martie - words escape to write of the beauty of this... BC |
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Greeneyes
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
Sweet Poetess, ya got me with this one....so many memories....so real.... hugsssss Lauren~ Through the darkness |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
"She squinted into its radiance and stepped inside the landscape where she could smell damp earth and hear leaves rustle with lizard-tail scurry." ____________________ ...And your words are a painting and the canvas, my heart... as usual you bring life to my life, you have such a great talent and I always lose myself in your beauty. I'm saving this~ Take care, Melissa~ |
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