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Hold On |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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Hold on This listening has me drenched Hold on to my skin It weeps words with no sound I am yellow feathers falling like spring rain A drift of soft melancholy Fading into lethargy’s drain Down down Close your eyes Come into this small place of green with me And listen to minutes stop Let me gather something from another midnight And spread it out like seeds I hear how fragile this song It whispers against your skin And lets all the fine hairs hear How breath boggles in cages Longing for the air of places joy born You paint a curve of my line Into some memory that lost me in my youth And the softness is still there I see it in your eyes as they measure The distance from the night to some morning Where waking is sweet Hold on Torn pieces fall and rebuild a temple Where believing is Here in this stopped minute I can see through the blur Of all things bumping into my grasp And for what it’s worth I understand But only with my shoes off |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
we all think better with our shoes off... and this was worth walking barefoot |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
Here in this stopped minute I can see through the blur Of all things bumping into my grasp And for what it’s worth I understand But only with my shoes off""   WOW!!! Ooohhhhh...I love how you ended this poem, sweet friedn, to me walking barefoot is symbolistic to freedom, and to be free in these memories is important to us all and to feel carefree! (kiss on cheek) This has a gorgeous feel of spring and whimsical grace to it, sweet friend, I love it, 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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skyshine
since 2002-02-07
Posts 3058Beneath the northern stars |
Very well done, Martie. Your imagery continues to impress me.  ~sky I'm in charge, and I say question authority! |
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Decaflame Senior Member
since 2001-05-11
Posts 1635 |
Hold on This listening has me drenched Hold on to my skin It weeps words with no sound ~*~ this listening this reading this living through words yes I understand |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
You paint a curve of my line Into some memory that lost me in my youth And the softness is still there I see it in your eyes as they measure The distance from the night to some morning Where waking is sweet Hold on Torn pieces fall and rebuild a temple Where believing is Here in this stopped minute I can see through the blur Of all things bumping into my grasp And for what it's worth I understand But only with my shoes off ================================= *smiling at you* ...that last line is classic Martie...I bet you write barefoot  Your poetry of late is written from places so deep that it covers me in your layers... Hold On? ...yes...I do...to every word. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
BarefootPoetess~ 'Here in this stopped minute I can see through the blur Of all things bumping into my grasp And for what it’s worth I understand But only with my shoes off' I love the ALL of this piece, Martie~ ALL OF IT !!!! I'm off and running for the weekend ... it's my fella's birth-of-day and we've celebrating to do~  Have a glorious and I'll catch you on Monday~ LOVE YOU~ *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Wonderful Martie(as I wiggle my bare toes)a joy to read. Chris Life is not measured by breaths you take, but by moments that take your breath away. |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
bare foot lady with such toughts going on if you reach down can you touch the clouds enjoyed you here ms martie |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
You are what I call a sure bet. A guarantee of a scrumptious feast of poetry lies under your name in the scrolls. Marvelous Martie. |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
Here in this stopped minute I can see through the blur Of all things bumping into my grasp You are such a terrific poet, Martie... I hope that you publish a whole book of your work someday...and if you do, please let me know because I want an autographed copy... ~loving hugs~  copyright2002 Lyra Nesius |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Let me shuck my shoes off and romp through the grasses.....hope the dogs didn't leave any landmines!! Very nicely done Martie, as usual...your imagery is impeccable... |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I am yellow feathers falling like spring rain A drift of soft melancholy Fading into lethargy’s drain What a magnificent image! *S* I like this very much, Martie... and like the smile the last line left on my face. *S* |
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Dulcinea Senior Member
since 2001-07-22
Posts 774IN |
Isn't it always easier to think when your toes can wiggle freely? Loved that line! Wonderfully penned Martie! |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
A priceless ending. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Loved the ending. And the rest of it, too. |
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