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A Stream Called Noname....for Elizabeth Santos
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A Stream Called Noname....for Elizabeth Santos |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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 A Stream called Noname Still the loud sky sings to the grass awakening with dandelions. She came from a spring house, pure and clear and deep, falling sweet voiced into a stream with no name. I know, for a pond is in her eyes softened by moss, the deep of them in spring awakens, sighs.  The woods have called her back along the wagon trail of summer, where in giggle of youth she ran, a crystal darting across the roots of trees to dig the secret of bones on knees with strength of little rocks and sticks, an old cemetery she found was full of tricks. Her struggle absorbed the sun and dusk gathered in the oaks no longer rustling glee of tune but somber crunch of leaves and things. Could be she opened shift of time and dread to find, not understanding but the gore of death instead? Then to run with trip, the trail unseen, the deep impression of the wheels had gone with light it seems, and something crashes through the night pursuant, a demon carves her fright. It’s long now, the way she came had seemed so small and now great distance makes her call for the magic warmth of windows and her father’s arms; so steady she can feel them reach towards place to still the tears now trembling on her face. Like locust a buzz is singing in the copse frozen now she stops to listen find a scoop of the familiar lullaby her mother’s call, catching the singing rocks and she to follow until within those arms she docks. Still the loud sky sings to the grass awakening with dandelions.  |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
Martie....how wonderful. I especially like the second verse. Bob |
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Goodknight Member Elite
since 2002-06-15
Posts 2386Ohio, USA |
Martie - this is just so very good and I am sure Liz will just love it - I know I did - Paul |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
this is gorgeous! so well done! what a beautiful gift! |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Psst....Martie....your grace is showing....and it is beautiful. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Liz told me this story of her childhood summer home...and we were there...the photos are like it was, but changed of course. A touching time for her and for me to see the place my dear friend loved so much.  |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Martie, This is magnificent! I must explain to all that while my poet friends were visiting me, we turned off a country road and into the woods to the clearing where we found the country home of my childhood. It was here that I came face to face with nature, which enthralled me as a child and whidh is the subject of so much of my poetry. THere is a natural spring that gurgles out of the earth at the foot of the wooded hillside, which I had dubbed "the little brook with no name". At the end of a path word by wagon wheels a century ago is Ebenezer Church, which was the scene of a childhood caper, of grave digging effort which led to a frightful walk through dark woods to find our way back home. All of these stories were so intently absorbed by a poetees who now presents them in such a delightful way, in her classic style of words and phrases that trip over the page like a cold brook over rocks. Thank you, dear sweet Martie for this wonderful keepsake which I will surely share with my soulmate sister, Margaret. She will love it as much as I do. Thank you, thank you, thank you LOvin hugs Liz |
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Denise
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since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
The pictures turned out great, Martie, and your poem is wonderful! It captures Liz's sharing of her memories perfectly! |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Martie..dear Martie..you have outdone yourself here. How tenderly you tell this story... and look how pleased Elizabeth is! This one my dear brought tears as I read.. Wonderful...magical. ~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Martie, this is absolutely magnificent. What a beautiful gift. Thank you so much for sharing it with us. I'm keeping it too. Mxx What are you my god? You touch me like you are my god |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
OhMartieSIS~ 'She came from a spring house, pure and clear and deep, falling sweet voiced into a stream with no name. I know, for a pond is in her eyes softened by moss, the deep of them in spring awakens, sighs.' This is pure gold ... totally fascinating the way you hear a heart sing~ OhLizzyLady~ I can feel the joy leap from the page~ Beautiful pathway of remember~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Applause....for both poem and picture... enjoyed -------ice ><> |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
What a wonderful, magical place to grow up... I love that the visit inspired so much in one another...this is a lovely sharing.  (and you know I wanna see more pics)  |
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Sadelite Member Elite
since 2003-10-11
Posts 2519 |
Martie, Your imagery and talent for graceful writing overwhelms me! I enjoyed this very much. Thanks. I'm sure she will enjoy this. Sadie |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Thank you for taking us to this special place... where poetry was born for one is dear to all our hearts. *S* |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
I went back into the archives and found this little poem posted on 12/5/1999, one of the very first poems I ever wrote. The babbling brook keeps better time than does my meter, -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Little Brook From hillside spring to lake below The waters dance and lightly flow The same degree in every season God pours his font with special reason Sweet little stream, so diamond clear Babbling songs for bird to hear Jumps o're stones and rounds the bends Its way through wooded hills it wends Fresh from ground, the virgin flow Carves a maze in wintry snow But May with floral hues erupts And laces it with buttercups I sat beside her many a day And whiled my youthful hours away Cold, cold waters soothed my feet In summer's overbearing heat I wasted not one moment spent Beside the waters which came and went For memories of the stream remain The babbling brook that has no name Elizabeth Santos |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I love tributes... and there is something about this that will sing for years to come. |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
"I know, for a pond is in her eyes softened by moss, the deep of them in spring awakens, sighs." This is very accurate!!! A wonderful tribute to a kind and generous lady. |
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