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Martie
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0 posted 2002-12-12 09:38 PM


The Sound of Honey Pouring

Curtains, she said,
meaning the end of something,
not innocence, no,
but something like it,
buoyant, floating really
above the dusty road.

How was she to find the tree
anyway,
with dusk half done,
in flip-flops and red painted toenails?

It wasn’t easy to have a mission.
This stirring wasn’t even caused by love.
Love at least would have pulled her out,
out of the tyranny of self-boredom.

Or was it love?

The child told her the magic,
and there was something about her eyes
that held branches, like corpses mourned,
and she had to touch the ancient oak
that had become so much more.

Hah, she thought,
I am endangered in the drift
of some colored cloth,
a parachute, wind tossed
into something bigger
and it floats but is so sure
of direction.

Concentrate.

Listen for the sound honey makes
pouring,

the tree makes that sound.

-------- http://www.scope.org/scope/pico-oak/
http://www.la.indymedia.org/news/2002/11/22059.php

[This message has been edited by Martie (12-12-2002 10:04 PM).]

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1 posted 2002-12-12 09:42 PM


Wow! That tree could tell some stories. Were it Maple in Vermont we could retire. Enjoyed
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2 posted 2002-12-12 09:49 PM


Amazing...YOU, this piece, the link...amazing.
*smiling here*
~Hugs YOU!~

~ Season's Greetings to my 'family' at Passions ~

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3 posted 2002-12-12 09:57 PM


Martie, I love the poem and that tree... Oh, it's beautiful. The first thing I thought when I saw the picture of that tree, was about how my little friends and I used to climb trees when I was growing up.  

"Love makes the world go around"
~~with love and hugs from Ethel~~  
                  

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4 posted 2002-12-12 10:02 PM


The world through your eyes is such a beautiful and vivid place my friend.
Great Write!  TD

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5 posted 2002-12-12 10:56 PM




(sigh) Oh Martie, this is beautiful, sweet friend, yay, and you are the honeybee that helps produce the honey of love for everyones tea to the soul! (kiss on cheek) Yay, I love it, God Bless You, 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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6 posted 2002-12-13 09:31 AM


yes again you paint a scene and leave thoughts that make me wish I had written that...

enjoyed my friend.. I enjoyed

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7 posted 2002-12-13 10:28 AM



You cannot even begin [well, YOU could...] to know where this took me, and the smells that came rushing in...

Look again into the story, Martie...I see you writing another one from it....

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8 posted 2002-12-13 11:23 AM


Martie,
This is a tree full of flowers, enjoyed.

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9 posted 2002-12-13 12:59 PM


My library welcomes this sound. Absolutely beautiful vivid imagery, Martie.
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10 posted 2002-12-13 01:13 PM


how beautiful! Thanks for sharing!
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11 posted 2002-12-13 02:28 PM


Curtains, she said,
meaning the end of something,
not innocence, no,
but something like it,
buoyant, floating really
above the dusty road.


How was she to find the tree
anyway,
with dusk half done,
in flip-flops and red painted toenails?

It wasn’t easy to have a mission.
This stirring wasn’t even caused by love.

Love at least would have pulled her out,
out of the tyranny of self-boredom.

Or was it love?

The child told her the magic,
and there was something about her eyes
that held branches, like corpses mourned,
and she had to touch the ancient oak
that had become so much more.


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I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as this one about a tree *L*
very very cool imagery and inspire

It's so nice
to wake up in the morning
all alone
and not have to tell somebody
you love them
when you don't love them
any more

R.Brautigan

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12 posted 2002-12-13 03:13 PM


An absolutely gorgeous poem Martie... superb writing m'friend.. this is a keeper.

Maree

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13 posted 2002-12-13 03:14 PM


just checking the box
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14 posted 2004-06-18 07:40 PM


I love this! Where has it been until now?!?

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