The Glass of Air that Seperates

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Martie

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0 posted 2002-07-29 03:49 PM

The Glass of Air that Separates

In the room I roamed
with ear pressed against
the glass of air that separated
my table from theirs.

Lost to my companion,
consumed by a conversation
from behind,
words with no faces.

A toast to beginnings and endings,
what do you say? I heard.
Out with the old,
in with the new.
To beginnings and endings,
and to truth, no matter what.

I looked up to the clear eyed watch
of my companion,
who understood the nature of my listening.

A toast, I thought,
a brown table, a glass,
the napkin with a wet circle.
How many things are permanent?
The circle,
a symbol of continuity and continuation,
yet, this circle will be gone soon,
dried up and thrown away,
carted off and dumped into a landfill
and forever changed.
Are we in life, like the napkin,
imprinted, used and thrown away?

My companion touched the circle on my finger,
the symbol of our love,
he touched it with his own.

Uncertain of direction
I listened still.
I toast to truth
and just straight lines, I heard.

I looked down at our hands
now interlocked
warm on warm
and raised my glass.

To circles, I said.
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[This message has been edited by Martie (07-29-2002 03:56 PM).]

Sunshine

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1 posted 2002-07-29 03:55 PM

Brava! To circles!

serenity blaze
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2 posted 2002-07-29 03:56 PM

oh my...

have you ever hit home with this'n.

you just wrote everything I have been trying not to think about...I think too much methinks. (my mom always said I was the type of kid who wanted to learn how to swim without getting wet)

hugging this one to my heart, Martie.

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3 posted 2002-07-29 04:03 PM

Ahhh sweet Martie..
Here's to circles!
~Hugs~

Mistletoe Angel

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4 posted 2002-07-29 04:06 PM

(smiles) Awwwwwwww, this is sooooo beautiful, sweet friend, I love this, your gorgeous heart shines with such gentle love and joy as peace is the key to bringing the circle together! (kiss on cheek) This is fabulous, 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..."

Shakira

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5 posted 2002-07-29 08:05 PM

oh my yes Martie - here is to circles - you encircle my thoughts, feelings and mind with your wonderful poem. It is truly great and I enjoyed it so much - you say so much so well - your poetry is remarkable - Paul

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6 posted 2002-07-29 08:25 PM

too thin
a circle is broken
too thick
no one can get in
tho, one honed with faith
a symbol of neverending love
for no one knows
where the end of a circle is

Martie, you get a WOWSERS
for this magnificent worded piece of faith.
Love the flow and storyline in it, Mart,
~ friendly smiles ~
Jeff

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7 posted 2002-07-30 10:03 AM

again, you have touched magnificence in your perception and outpouring of words

This should be on silver and golden anniversary cards
and on cards for the intent of continuity of promises for all the times between

may I share with a few friends?
This is beautiful, Martie!
Please e-mail

Whether on the shoal or on the shore,
I'll seek the lighthouse evermore.

Marge Tindal

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8 posted 2002-07-30 10:30 AM

MartieSis~

Very touching ... and very symbolic~

'My companion touched the circle on my finger,
the symbol of our love,
he touched it with his own.

Uncertain of direction
I listened still.
I toast to truth
and just straight lines, I heard.

I looked down at our hands
now interlocked
warm on warm
and raised my glass.

To circles, I said.'

Yes ....
*Hugs*
~*Marge*~

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
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