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Driveway Roots |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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Driveway Roots The clouds like pink cheeks watched me in tender look at sweet old trailer from the good old days so long nested in driveway it grew roots and they tangled in my feelings now Too soon gone the cozy drifting time snuggle against a somewhere else where fragile moon looked in the slanted windows across the table where we sat and talked into the lovely night of this and that Just a step down was another place and more the door to oceans meadows greens and pools of pearls where just a toot and blow and turn around we found the swerve of hitched up often scary moved along We stored our dreams in one small space where summer time would trace our days across the world to fishing holes that pulled us with their lure enclosed and trouble double hook release an open fire and fish such feast no catch release Too soon gone the cozy drifting time snuggle against a somewhere else where fragile moon looked in the slanted windows across the table where we sat and talked into the lovely night of this and that [This message has been edited by Martie (07-16-2002 09:44 AM).] |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Very well written Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
Too soon gone the cozy drifting time snuggle against a somewhere else where fragile moon looked in Time passes much too quickly... Another beautiful write, Marti... You never cease to amaze me.  ~ loving hugsLyra |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
We stored are dreams in one small space where summer time would trace our days across the world to fishing holes that pulled us with their lure enclosed and trouble double hook release an open fire and fish such feast no catch release You are so good at this and that when it comes to writing good poetry. Once again you took me there Martie. You're truly something else~ |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
lovely I can find no more words, although I wish I could find better. I will not bend to the cowardice of a silent judgement. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
This is gorgeous...although? I must confess...the title conveyed a different reality to me...grin.. mind if I confess? I've a friend...she is in the midst of divorce---(I swear it's my friend! I have never been married--to my knowledge) but yes...she decided to landscape the yard one year, and had the "goodies" put on her driveway--almost 10 years ago! The driveway split and cracked, as they MUST in La. and the crepe myrtle...grin...made itself right at home. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DRIVEWAY. She blames it on HIM, for not clearing the yard. He blames it on her, for ordering what he did not want in the first place. sigh. No one lives there, but the fact remains? IT BLOOMED. (see where ya lead me?) I love ya for that. Love yer work.   |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (smiles) Oh Martie, this is sooooo beautiful, sweet friend, your wonderful words always make me feel like I'm standing out on the widows walk or looking out my window and seeing the peaceful beautiful earth beneath! (kiss on cheek) This is breathtaking, 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 "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Oh but I needed this before bed Martie, and I almost thought I was hiding behind a tree watching you it was so vivid. You do "this and that" so very well, that I can only speak for me, but I feel part of it. That oculd be great poetry, yes? Nothing means more to me than faith, |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
We stored are dreams in one small space where summer time would trace our days across the world to fishing holes that pulled us with their lure enclosed and trouble double hook release an open fire and fish such feast no catch release Too soon gone the cozy drifting time snuggle against a somewhere else where fragile moon looked in the slanted windows across the table where we sat and talked into the lovely night of this and that This poem was a bridge of sorts, for me. If I could explain what I mean better, I would. Maybe I should just say, I really like this poem. One blaze of glory - glory |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
The cowboy is thinking maybe you need a quick getaway to the "Kern". I know of a rock that once saddled your thoughts in a gaze of wonder as life was presented to us through your finds. Make the time......no matter what it takes. Big hugs to you sweet petal pusher of my heart. Yours is always the perfect way to end a night (morning) and catch my 2 hours sleep and thus now I shall. Recognize love for the gift it is and not a need that is out of focus. |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
ms martie you do some scenes in dvd babe enjoyed this one |
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BloomingRose Member Elite
since 2000-08-09
Posts 3092Florida |
Wonderful memories, beautifully expressed! Deb |
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Goodknight Member Elite
since 2002-06-15
Posts 2386Ohio, USA |
Martie - this is such a wonderful poem - I read and saw scenes - I listened and heard beautiful sounds - I just so enjoyed reading this - thanks Paul |
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Decaflame Senior Member
since 2001-05-11
Posts 1635 |
...this and that...sounds of silk thoughts and callused hands still willing to touch, still reaching through the dark to warm |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Sis~ 'The clouds like pink cheeks watched me in tender look at sweet old trailer from the good old days so long nested in driveway it grew roots and they tangled in my feelings now' I hope you never get tired of hearing "AWESOME"~ Cause this is !!!!  *HUGS* ***Taylor !!! Get inside and REST !!! ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
The clouds like pink cheeks watched me in tender look at sweet old trailer from the good old days so long nested in driveway it grew roots and they tangled in my feelings now Too soon gone the cozy drifting time snuggle against a somewhere else where fragile moon looked in the slanted windows across the table where we sat and talked into the lovely night of this and that =================================== that some backyard of memories and serene scenery ya got there my dear.. and some muse too |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Ah, Martie, I spent several minutes just imagining the first line...what an excellent description that is! (rest of it ain;t bad, either! ) |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
"We stored our dreams in one small space where summer time would trace our days" now doesn't this pull my time back into the warm...a Martiesque mistresspiece... |
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Joe Lamando Member
since 2001-11-20
Posts 124Massachusetts,USA |
Martie, I really enjoyed this. You brought me right into your sweet reverie, rooted in the driveway, rooted in your mind. Great composition. Hugs, Joe |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
This is BEAUTIFUL poetry... regards to you Martie, Sudhir |
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EagleOne Member Elite
since 2000-03-07
Posts 2829Between a laugh and a tear... |
Always there is so much in your work, I much enjoyed this. Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets. ~Arthur Miller |
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