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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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Notions In an empty box called silence (a child will fill empty with things she has no words for) she had placed some secrets It had started with something like “where did you get that silly notion?” that caused the cutting-up of her important thought and replacing it with attention to a lace doily on the arm of the rocker where she was lollygagging It was then she knew that she hadn’t hid them well enough In broad daylight she caught hell for talking back to the Listerine man and said to herself he is always right and I am wrong but knowing anyway nothing he said could be right (like Sunday prayer and all those gold stars by her name) He said sin was playing cards but she knew that something on Sunday was far worse then Canasta and it lurked in the taffeta of her best dress She took her notions and hid them deep inside midnight and the scary closet of her dreams and she kept them there for years invisible yet festering She took them out after inches grew her and understanding she held them up to her light called oh what was it called? Righteousness! |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Martie Wonderful write, you have a style of your own.  |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
OhSweetSisterOfMyHeart~ feeling ... feeling this one~ Sending  hugs for you to place inside a new special box ... just for days when you need to know someone loves you for just who you are~I do ! And this poignant piece gets printed and saved to the special box of poetry I have of you~ I love you~ *Huglets* ... *Huglets*  ~*Sis*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
a classic piece of Martie  |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
So wonderful dear Martie! ~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~ ~ Time has cast a spell on you, |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
Very nice! Grover. |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
I loved this...wonderful! Eric |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Notions, yes! It's all I write of. But mine, it seems, always become "set" in the face of righteousness. Nice, Martie....Very! |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Excellent and so unique...adore your work Marti. TD |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
There is darkness as well as light in this. A memorable read. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
He said sin was playing cards but she knew that something on Sunday was far worse then Canasta and it lurked in the taffeta of her best dress Yep, you've got such a nice style! Hugging you Martie~ |
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Goodknight Member Elite
since 2002-06-15
Posts 2386Ohio, USA |
Martie - the awful things done by persons in the name of righteousness - you write so well of the struggles of a person dealing with the statements of righteousness and the actions of violation - this is very powerful - Paul |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I was going to cut and paste my favorite lines, but that would not be a notion worth keeping, as the all of it needs the rest of the thoughts of it, in order to be truly whole. Love you, Sissie... |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Martie, sometimes the only possible response to one of your poems is to just sit and look at it....then eventually remember to refocus our eyes and read again. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Indeed a powerful write Martie. It's always a pleasure to read you lovely lady. M  Beauty of the world which is soon to perish has two edges, one of laughter and one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder. |
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Sadelite Member Elite
since 2003-10-11
Posts 2519 |
Martie, I loved the layers of this. Notions, button boxes, lace, taffeta-all things I can relate to... You are one talented lady! Sadie |
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Greeneyes 
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
powerful, and well said Martie~ as always I walk away learning from your words ~~**~~ |
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dingusjr Member
since 2003-09-24
Posts 415Missouri |
Lost myself in this one Martie...and read it again and again.....THANKS |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Martie, I could read your poetry forevermore! What a lovely poetess you are!  Love & Light, Linda |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
I tried to pick out a stanza or even a line to make special comment on, but I would have ended up reposting the whole poem, so I will leave it as this....I enjoyed every stanza, every line...You have dug out the soul of the theme, and brought it into light... ________ice ><> |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
In an empty box called silence (a child will fill empty with things she has no words for) she had placed some secrets It had started with something like “where did you get that silly notion?” that caused the cutting-up of her important thought and replacing it with attention to a lace doily on the arm of the rocker where she was lollygagging ===================================== He said sin was playing cards but she knew that something on Sunday was far worse then Canasta and it lurked in the taffeta of her best dress She took her notions and hid them deep inside midnight and the scary closet of her dreams and she kept them there for years invisible yet festering She took them out after inches grew her and understanding she held them up to her light called oh what was it called? Righteousness! ================================ it is the things we feel the deepest that inspires the most powerful and personal poetry. You turned truth into verse and hopefully found release and healing in your words... its always been the only reason I write. As always your personifications and detailed imagery leave me wanting to write like this when I grow up. I am sure of my reasons, embracing the seasons, |
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