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Sometimes This Child.......reposted by special request from me
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Sometimes This Child.......reposted by special request from me |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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Sometimes This Child Sometimes this child is gallop of spring I see her as though she wasn’t me but some piece of spirit from which I grew knowing all the while that winter held her with eyes closed demanding answers she would flail onto slippery hard anguish of thought caught in childhood until it bled her pale There is slanted light across the room filled with flying air of scatter run for she blew on the pieces of her spirit aglow until she came down fragmented onto the lost questions of something sweet below She was all knees and upward going until then and still can’t name the thing or cost of all the love she felt that got lost running too long to dangle baby-like against the grain of wood so used that the tree almost again still stood No need explain the folded cotton tent suffocating and all bent over in hovering creep so good at pretending just asleep through all the splinters fester fraught asleep the pale is only caught the spirit free around the room alive alone She can name them and count them fine the stars close the closet door to keep in bad and dark fold the safe place away from floor and lock the door run fast past windows menace watch the eyes look through even dark and find the fear curled and closed can’t hear the steps or what the slowly opening door begets Sometimes this child was gallop of spring I see her now and she is unabridged a piece of vibrant spirit from which I grow somehow mostly in the right directions know --------- 3-03...because some things need to be remembered more |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I see her now and she is unabridged a piece of vibrant spirit from which I grow ~*~ Yes, this came back to us, my Sissie... for all of the right reasons. I know. and yes, I know. it's okay...me too. |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Hi Martie My heart's right in this with you.. "Sometimes this child was gallop of spring I see her now and she is unabridged a piece of vibrant spirit from which I grow somehow mostly in the right directions know --------- 3-03...because some things need to be remembered more" Yes some things do and the memory serves notice on our need to love one another, (family then friends) deeply while we can. Thank you so much for the beautiful words and the heart you always put into them. Eric |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
yes Martie they sure do |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
"There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes." (Emily Dickinson ) * "There is slanted light across the room filled with flying air of scatter run for she blew on the pieces of her spirit aglow until she came down fragmented onto the lost questions of something sweet below" (Martie Odell-Ingebretsen ) Martie This "slanted light" seems to have been around forever...It is a sad light, yet it inspires...attest,the exert from your poem and that of dear Emily.... This is a sad poem, but you have used the "something lost" rays of that light to bring (exceptionaly) to the eyes of your reader, a perfect picture of your feelings... Thank you for doing so.... ________ice ><> |
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Greeneyes  
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
Martie~ this is one of the most touching poems I've read...such a sweet grace you hold....  ~~**~~ |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Martie Said with the dower of your power and the odor of a flower.  |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
I'm so glad to see this one again....There are of course two poems here, as there are two Marties. One beautiful and playfully absorbing, and the other...beautiful and absolutely heart rendingly sad. You blend them so well, and show them to us with such gentle understanding of each. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
My oh my Martie - sweet one. Hugging you here and gently placing this treasure into my library. Chris  Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Love this sweetie...so pleased to see it today. Heart Hugs~ Poetry is not an opinion expressed... |
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Goodknight Member Elite
since 2002-06-15
Posts 2386Ohio, USA |
Martie - a poem that reveals such deepness...you say this so well and my heart cries over the pain of growing up with this...sighing big time here - Paul |
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muted
since 2004-01-15
Posts 2949Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving |
i got a little shiver of sadness while reading this...but it is so beautiul, so touching |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Martie - yes, somethings such as this does... BC |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
I'm so glad you reposted this Martie.  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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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Sister~ I'm so glad you listened to you ... and shared so much with us~ LOVE YOU DEARLY~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
No need explain the folded cotton tent suffocating and all bent over in hovering creep so good at pretending just asleep through all the splinters fester fraught asleep the pale is only caught the spirit free around the room alive alone I wanted to pick and choose every verse, but this one was calling my name. You have such a keen vision Martie, and bring the sweetest memories to mind. I'm so glad you requested this. Hugs deary~ |
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