Open Poetry #22 |
Restless Heart |
Martie
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Posts 28049California |
Restless Heart The fingers of her heart tap out the measure of her feeling, fragile tapered candles they spark on the cement where her need sighs words. All around her is a garden growing so much whatnot, lavished with wings, bees and hummingbirds surround her hair of dusk where embers glow with cinnamon. Listen to the sound of the stretching of her mind, it is stitching now a minute, growing colors, see there the lavender of abandon. I can see her from this window that distributes time wrapped in parchment and tied with twine. Her wings are splendid and her eyes are prisms that cast a shadow that burns, burns the quiet heart, torches the waiting pulse, breaths air into the coals. She is watching me, across the chasm of my vestibule she paints me with cinnabar and waits for me to walk with her out into someplace else. -------- repost from 10-00 [This message has been edited by Martie (10-01-2002 10:09 PM).] |
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SEA
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Posts 22676with you |
"Listen to the sound of the stretching of her mind, it is stitching now a minute, growing colors, see there the lavender of abandon." Martie, have I told you lately how much I love your poetry? |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(big hugggsssssss) Oh Martie, this is soooooooo beautiful and felt a little sad to me too, sweet friend, I hope now being a re-post that this special person you speak of has been reached out to and has felt your compassion just as I wish this for all others who restlessly yearn for the signal! (sigh) God Bless You, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Martie, thank you for sharing! May love and liht always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Martie~Dear sweet poetess...you always take my breath away.... and then 'she paints me with cinnabar'. Oh gosh! Beautiful..just beautiful. ~Hugs~ ~ Time has cast a spell on you |
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WhileIWasGone Member
since 2002-07-18
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She is watching me, across the chasm of my vestibule she paints me with cinnabar and waits for me to walk with her out into someplace else. Very beautiful...I enjoyed very much. H. |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Martie - you are very talented. These words flow with the beauty of tomorrows... BC |
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FuzzyFrazzledFraggle Member
since 2002-09-20
Posts 155Fraggle Rock |
yes..beautiful..im never good at this comment thing..but all I can say is..loved it thank you for your words.. Consider yourself fuzzed |
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Auguste
since 2000-02-16
Posts 3953By the sea |
I've tried, but I just can't write like this. Thank goodness, you can! *hugs* ~Auguste~ |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
A novel idea, painting the retiring Sun with female attributes. Enjoyed. [This message has been edited by RSWells (10-02-2002 08:37 AM).] |
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Sunshine
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Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I remember this... I remember the gentle smile of it, too... |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
...see there the lavender of abandon... What a beautiful line, wrapped within a magical write. I always enjoy your work so much Martie, so unique in style and deep in heart and tone. ThisDiamond |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Martie - oh, I used to wear Cinnabar perfume all the time!! This is a wonderful write. Might I walk with you...with her....to that someplace else? Pleeeeeaaase? hugs, Chris Life is not measured by breaths you take, but by moments that take your breath away. [This message has been edited by Nightshade (10-02-2002 09:46 AM).] |
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