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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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The Other she is sometimes so full of another color like a season she searches true the minutes capturing them as they slip sand and wash into the wealth of the moon and more become listen to the crashing of her tide like forest at night in creep up with the leaves waiting for the dew all crawl and rustle she hears one grain of sand shift soft relief she is wealth of moon and more a ramble a tree stands with her in the tall of stretch and scurry things twig her toe in walk along and jam her sway along the way of best light is such verve and frequently captured by the chain that pulls her to design the falling of the magic fills the porous and brings her to a fast focus align listen can you hear the winter coming across the skin she feels it with her warm and waits beneath the waning light of autumn for a storm to nudge her dormant ions [This message has been edited by Martie (11-06-2002 12:05 AM).] |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (smiles) Awwwwwwwww, I just love the soft and comforting feel of this, sweet friend, and may she always feel the wealth of that moon and know it glows in her heart as the winter draws near and the stars braid her hair all the same! (kiss on cheek) This is gorgeous, sweet friend, I love the imagery of your heart, 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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vlraynes Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-25
Posts 8229Somewhere... out there... |
Martie~ You already know that I love this.  I especially enjoyed this stanza... "she is wealth of moon and more a ramble a tree stands with her in the tall of stretch and scurry things twig her toe in walk along and jam her sway along the way of best" Just beautiful, and my heart understands.  Thanks for posting this, my friend. Hugs, ~Vicky "...until you have read the verse on his heart, |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Oh Martie you are so well versed that your poetry leaves me mesmerized. Just beautiful as always~ |
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Robert Adamson Member
since 2002-10-21
Posts 328PA/USA |
There must be some words to describe how beautiful you wrote this poem. I'll leave that alone because I don't know how to say it well. Thank you. etoodog |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I have seen her other color... and I miss her cape o' fog... just to smell the salt o' her and carry home a driftwood log... [This message has been edited by Sunshine (11-06-2002 06:43 AM).] |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Martie, as always, just perfect. Thanks for sharing. Love makes the world go 'round (unkown) |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
listen can you hear the winter coming across the skin she feels it with her warm and waits beneath the waning light of autumn for a storm to nudge her dormant ions Martie, I love the way you write.......I love this. Tis a  |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Martie, You are a spellbinding poet. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
I am in awe of your writing Martie girl.. Beautiful morning read I found here for me.. ~Hugs sweetie~ ~I've loved you forever, in lifetimes before.~ |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
she is sometimes so full of another color like a season she searches true the minutes capturing them as they slip sand and wash into the wealth of the moon and more become listen to the crashing of her tide like forest at night in creep up with the leaves waiting for the dew all crawl and rustle she hears one grain of sand shift soft relief =================================== after having walked in the surf at night...I will treasure these verses even more... the falling of the magic fills the porous and brings her to a fast focus align that line defines the poet who wrote it as well  No one has ever shown me how to see the world the way I see it now ... |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Oh my Martie, this is absolutely beautiful and I agree with Seymour... "You are a spellbinding poet" listen can you hear the winter coming across the skin she feels it with her warm and waits beneath the waning light of autumn for a storm to nudge her dormant ions ...you sure know how to end a poem m'dear adding this Gem to my library. Maree p.s I can't believe I missed this. |
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