Open Poetry #20 |
In Spring You are Summer |
Martie
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Posts 28049California |
(In memory of my mother, Marian) I think you liked spring because it proceeded summer. Summer when you flirted with the sun in evenings backyard,placed like a tether to kids romping swing around, as the coals melt color similar to the sun setting, you and he talking quietly under the tree, and me a driveway scatter of little girl running barefoot and unsweatered. You wore your summer skin to softest brown and smiled until the lines were etched into who you were. Even on those days when I saw your down eyes, I knew the lasting was only a small measure and would pass. You took out the splinters with tweezers made of gold and buried them in a place that I could not find, not even with the measure that you gave me to keep me safe. You planted those petunias until they became a part of you, remember? And when spring spreads them into gardens I see you bent over the dark earth with my legs and hips and somehow we are melted into time that does not die but opens like seasoning in the breeze across time, a bloom that stays. [This message has been edited by Martie (05-08-2002 02:20 PM).] |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I like your mother...I like this. Heck...it's a Keeper... |
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Joe Lamando Member
since 2001-11-20
Posts 124Massachusetts,USA |
What a wonderful tribute. I often fell like my father is a part of me when I am working in the garden. He was as fond of flowers as he was of his vegatables. Hugs, Joe |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
martie ms...lovely tribute...perrrrfectly timed |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
This is lovely, Martie. Bob |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Oh, Martie, this is so tenderly written, with memories of love!! My eyes welled up with tears longing for just one moment with my own mother....just one... Chris Life is not measured by breaths you take, but by moments that take your breath away. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Martie, You have a mind like a cool sip of water, always refreshing. |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
: (big huggssssssss) God Bless You, sweet friend, this is a beautiful tribute to your mother I know she will always cherish with all her heart and I know she will always be blessed to have such a loving daughter like you in her heart who you always make every winter seem like summer to her too! (kiss on cheek) This is outstanding, 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 "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
What an exquisite reflection of your mother Very warm and lovely Liz |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
happy mother's day to you!!!!!enjoyed |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
A lovely Mother's Day tribute, Martie... When I write poetry, I feel as if my Dad is within me. It was he, who taught me to write. Your poem shows how much love you still have for your Mother. ~Mother's Day hugs Lyra |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Martie, I have to agree with my sister Chris here on wishing to spend just one more moment with our mother again... both my sister and I were quite young with small children of our own when mom passed, at 46 years,....this piece brought back so many memories of her in the garden with her skin turning brown as a berry...and I am starting to ramble and tear up, so I will go now.... Love this piece and you Martie dear. ~Hugs~ |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Martie, I love this poem...such a vision.. such a warmth and a safe feeling within your words of your mother... |
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ShadowRider Senior Member
since 2001-07-14
Posts 1038USA |
With just a pinch, the mote in the eye was removed: carefully surgeoned with the care of a mother. While we thought we were Summer, our experience was Winter, too young to be warmed by knowledge; too innocent to appreciate the passing of seasons. And, when we saw the Spring sun for the first time in our adult life, knew wisdom for a fleeting moment, we watched our mothers glide effortlessly in the thick gelatin of Summer. Someday, we shall learn that skill; but for now, we will remember the grace it took to languish in SummerLife. |
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