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Castle Contemplation
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Castle Contemplation |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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Castle Contemplation I paint it on the window; turn the corners up with thumb of smear, then across the lip of worry, color dear. With pink ink and cosmetic hum, I am the drum, like a castle in the dark, I try pressing play to swing the gate into the cadence of my heart. It starts now, the revelry of age, the bite of juice in summer sage weeps, weeps the bitter truth where all the pretty people of the past mistook the curve of time as touch to last, when only music down the corridor of peace, winked at me the truth when it saw my song was incomplete. I am the weather that awaits the coming storm, for doubt digs trenches from the hard looks at my past and I mistook the grasp and climb for wanting more, and wanting it to last. Now alone in contemplations corridor I find it was always I that held the key to castle door. So, I paint it on the window; turn the corners up with thumb of smear, then across the lip of worry, color dear. |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Of all of this "It starts now, the revelry of age, the bite of juice in summer sage weeps, weeps the bitter truth where all the pretty people of the past mistook the curve of time as touch to last, when only music down the corridor of peace, winked at me the truth when it saw my song was incomplete." Says most to me. Ed |
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PKreturns Member
since 2003-07-21
Posts 362New Orleans, LA |
Beautiful poetry and I love how you tied it back together with the last stanza and the first. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"Now alone in contemplations corridor I find it was always I that held the key to castle door. So, I paint it on the window; turn the corners up with thumb of smear, then across the lip of worry, color dear." Much truth in these words dear Martie.. Beautifully written. Another keeper for my 'Martie' file.  ~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~ ~The breeze that kissed you on the face, |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
"Now alone in contemplations corridor I find it was always I that held the key to castle door" The entire write was great...I especially liked this verse. Brought about the thought of whom controls the situations in our lives, lest we forget that we hold the key. Really good Marti. TD |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
MartieSis~ 'weeps, weeps the bitter truth where all the pretty people of the past mistook the curve of time as touch to last, when only music down the corridor of peace, winked at me the truth when it saw my song was incomplete.' You've given me a tear to cry my dear poetess~ I love you so~  *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Now alone in contemplations corridor I find it was always I that held the key to castle door. ~*~ so it begs the question is the gate up or down over the moat? |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
I am so stuck in between the first and last verse..... You are ever careful to fit the pieces in so eloquently. Hugs for you, Martie girl~ |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
''I am the weather that awaits the coming storm''... i like the elements..this is very good writing...thank you very much for the words.... Goldenrose. |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
"Now alone in contemplations corridor I find it was always I that held the key to castle door" yes, so true but going back to your other eloquent words, why not want more, when it feels so good, how can we not want more? |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
MartieSis~ 'weeps the bitter truth where all the pretty people of the past mistook the curve of time as touch to last' Did you 'know' this would make me think of ~My Warrior~ ? It did ... and I thank you~ Heck gal .. not only does the slipper not fit ... I can't even find the key ! Now you know I 'josh' ... this is so very you~ *still whistling*  *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Martie So, I paint it on the window; turn the corners up with thumb of smear, then across the lip of worry, color dear. This is my pick.  |
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Goodknight Member Elite
since 2002-06-15
Posts 2386Ohio, USA |
Martie - I just loved it all and was lost in the images and emotions all the while I read - loved it - Paul |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
It takes so little to turn the healthy time of Alone into the towering colossus of Lonely.... you've captured the in-between state so well here, that I can feel the slide taking place -- and the contemplation of it. Love this one, even though it makes me feel so -- well, so lonely.... ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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