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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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Lizard Uncovered by will I am fill of heat on cement wall enthralled by a lizards look and dare; I move one painted nail and close of eye, his veil falls and winks me startled when I reach the wind past the dome of slatted light and find the place of him empty and me waiting for more, find instead, internal door. Where the white creep of day runs wild; a stallion with no saddle across the nape of morning’s pleasure pasture past the muddy slip of river bank, there to meadow down with naked sky and truth not lie. This, from one small step and reach now frozen with will to see again the gleam of lizard’s watch as he slips from the down side blade into the light of my painted toe again and waits in quiet to behold a minute spent with you. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Once again I was about to slip some streaming words of yours back to you, but to break away any of the imagery you've left behind for us would have been like throwing paint at van Gogh's Sunflowers... |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
The ending is a little abrupt, I would have liked a more gentle transition into the second party. It might even deserve a stanza of its own. Although I truly love the development of theme you've got going here. You've always had a knack for taking something simple and exploring its depths like this... I'm constantly a fan, and it's a privelege to be reading the loveliness of your imagination again. Keep up the high-quality work, my friend. Much love Brian |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"as he slips from the down side blade into the light of my painted toe again and waits in quiet to behold a minute spent with you." Amazing write as always dear Martie. Hugs~ To have lived the dream of a love so true... |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
MartieSis~ 'Where the white creep of day runs wild; a stallion with no saddle across the nape of morning’s pleasure pasture' Just a *sigh* of full-realize that no one does it with the elegance that you do~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Where the white creep of day runs wild; a stallion with no saddle across the nape of morning’s pleasure pasture past the muddy slip of river bank, there to meadow down with naked sky and truth not lie.] YES! Martie...Yes. please do it again  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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Goodknight Member Elite
since 2002-06-15
Posts 2386Ohio, USA |
Martie - how wonderfully you touch us with your wonderful images - I read and close my eyes and go on the journey you create for me - loved it - Paul |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I'm always in awe |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
I always marvel your writes, which clearly speak volumns of the many blessings you fine within each and every molecular find...truly magnificant! |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
"Where the white creep of day runs wild; a stallion with no saddle across the nape of morning’s pleasure pasture past the muddy slip of river bank, there to meadow down with naked sky and truth not lie." Especially liked this. You always amaze me. Your poems are something I always look forward to reading! |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
Very enchanting read. I enjoyed this one immensely. JL |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
reading you dear Martie, is knowing that the anticipation of each next word is worth the wait! Lovely you.... |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Where the white creep of day runs wild; a stallion with no saddle across the nape of morning’s pleasure pasture past the muddy slip of river bank, there to meadow down with naked sky and truth not lie. A fantastic passage... a remarkable poem! *S* Beautiful work! |
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jellybeans Member Elite
since 2000-10-13
Posts 2298 |
wow, will ditto suthern on this, I think every poet dreams of writing such a passage... |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
smile... you capture a moment of eternal now coupled with a yearning that I can't quite describe.  |
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Sadelite Member Elite
since 2003-10-11
Posts 2519 |
What an entrance! "Uncovered by will I am fill of heat on cement wall" I read this three or four times already and sure I'll read it more. It gives one an appetite for additional exploration and interpretation. I so enjoy your work. Sade |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Martie -- amazing, amazing writing. I'm in direct accord with all of the above positive comments, especially that of Sunshine. |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
What Maree said...Again! Again! |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
find instead, internal door. Where the white creep of day runs wild; a stallion with no saddle across the nape of morning’s pleasure pasture past the muddy slip of river bank, there to meadow down with naked sky and truth not lie. That verse could stand alone, but I'm so glad it doesn't! Love your insight Martie, and the intricate weaving of your words. |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Martie, Your words flow more and more beautifully as time and the poet blossom. I loved, loved: Where the white creep of day runs wild Corinne |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Love the way you play little things against big things....your imagery scintillating every time! Who hasn't stood this tiny watch, but who among us has told of it? Only you. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
find instead, internal door. Where the white creep of day runs wild; a stallion with no saddle across the nape of morning’s pleasure pasture past the muddy slip of river bank, there to meadow down with naked sky and truth not lie. =============================== we find that same internal door in your poetry's vision.  ... and it's you ... you ... you ... you ... |
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James_A_Fraser Senior Member
since 2003-09-03
Posts 972Out Making Anticlines |
Ah, Martie ~~ I missed this one ~~ It does pay to keep an eye on your path, but I've seen too many lizards recently for one such creature to hold my interest the way this undersized dinosaur seems to hold yours. Maybe that explains why you're a better poet than I. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
If there were a smilie for just sitting in awe shaking its head that would be sitting right here. |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Martie, This was something so beautiful to read this morning...thank you for that. "cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind" |
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