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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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The sky is cold down this neck Of my vulnerable bewitching woman Damp has touched the fine wood of this place And warped the time around my building fair I open the cloth like silk on silk Drawn on canvas to persuade the eyes of you To look beneath the years of skin to within Where candles are lit around my need for you This painting is of color real I fear the way the weeping wind takes this tear Like faith lost and weary of traveling Takes it from me before you can see The fine fall of it into my palm opening free As my wealth of tender hair entraps my face I see you through me like some dark rain Unfocused and unsure of place within this art That I would color into us |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
  (smiles) Awwwwww, I love this, sweet friend, indeed every day is painting another color or drawing another line on the canvas of life! (kiss on cheek) May you always find peace in your loves heart and dream away forever in artistic bliss, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beauitufl heart, sweet Martie, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
The sky is cold down this neck Of my vulnerable bewitching woman Damp has touched the fine wood of this place And warped the time around my building fair I open the cloth like silk on silk Drawn on canvas to persuade the eyes of you To look beneath the years of skin to within Where candles are lit around my need for you This painting is of color real this my friend is a wonderful beginning to a poem that is sensual in its images... enjoyed this a great deal... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Drawn on canvas to persuade the eyes of you To look beneath the years of skin to within Where candles are lit around my need for you This painting is of color real I fear the way the weeping wind takes this tear Like faith lost and weary of traveling Takes it from me before you can see The fine fall of it into my palm opening free As my wealth of tender hair entraps my face I see you through me like some dark rain Unfocused and unsure of place within this art That I would color into us ===================================== oh good grief here we go again... you guys dont play fair....here I am with no muse and you write like this stirring my mothyness  *sigh* ... YOUR poetry is ART...you are a master craftsman...and I hang on your every word, most times holding my breath. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Martie...I just dropped from line to line, trying to find the best one...but got wrapped up in the color of silk, and finding rainbows at the end of this magnificently sensual piece... |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Martie~ This ... this is the Martiesque of you~ Nobody ... but nobody does it better~ Oh poetess ... this moves as softly as satin across silk~ Too ... too pretty~ Pardon me while I gush~ *HUGS* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Oh, my.... this is art at its finest, Martie... pleasing the senses, touching the soul. *S* Beautiful! |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
I fear the way the weeping wind takes this tear Like faith lost and weary of traveling Takes it from me before you can see The fine fall of it into my palm opening free As my wealth of tender hair entraps my face I see you through me like some dark rain Unfocused and unsure of place within this art That I would color into us ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Martie, this touched the core of my soul! How do you do this? *magic?* Wow! Enjoyed so much! ~Hugs~ |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
The feel is both warm and chillig. Your poetry takes flight and soars, like an endless carpet ride borng full speed ahead. This was a fascinating read Martie. |
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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
you do have a way with words fair lady. Enjoyed muchly. |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
lady in new day walking with sun behind wondering does it reveal to much of her lovely work martie enjoyed it much |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Drawn on canvas to persuade the eyes of you To look beneath the years of skin to within Where candles are lit around my need for you ==================================== *sigh* forgot to put this in me moth library yesterday. and as much as it impressed yesterday...it means even more today.  |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Wow! Do I ever love how you laid out the meaning in this one. It seems so desperate but definitely smacks of frustrated acceptance........good work!! |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Martie, The candles lit burn with the heat of sensual yearning... A flame which fuels the fires within... Love your fabulous use of images... |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Sigh...the longing...the words you chose..this is so beautiful Martie.. huggles  K |
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