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The Making of the Map Home |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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The Making of the Map Home Waiting for the dark I’m going somewhere late in the night after dusk I’m more aware tucked in to silk by shades of lemon caught in the soft of pillow by book and penned thought where I write the things that in day I cannot Safe indoor spent and breathing bees the steady climb of chest to life the key and soft purr of song a lock of strong I watch in quiet wait his face inside my own beyond my lashes somber and wise seeking a place for home a guide Layered air is heavy then so darned to the ball that slides making lines within the earth’s circle that cause the still in dream to slip and unwind And so caught in hold of needle I regress back to the stitch taken tentative in green across the meadow made of my decisions into the pond of moss covered then stream I bathe in path where pearls dive and drain a dream and fasten around my knowing a garment made of maps that should he falter on his path will lead him home again |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
If I were not your friend? I would say...publish. But I am your friend. And you know what I would say. Someday...I hope to write not like you... or as you... but akin to you. A sister in heart. This...is so rare in touch...so deep in heart... this... is life. Breathing. and...libraried. |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
agreeing with Sun....very much so. A truly beautiful expression of heart. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Breathtaking Martie...absolutely goes straight to my heart... Hugs~ ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Waiting for the dark I’m going somewhere late in the night after dusk I’m more aware tucked in to silk by shades of lemon caught in the soft of pillow by book and penned thought where I write the things that in day I cannot Safe indoor spent and breathing bees the steady climb of chest to life the key and soft purr of song a lock of strong I watch in quiet wait his face inside my own beyond my lashes somber and wise seeking a place for home a guide ==================================== my oh my..... Martie rhymed and its divine.... that first verse alone is poetic gold... tucked in to silk by shades of lemon caught that is cooler than a mere moth has words for.... garment made of maps Flannel, right?   |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Thank you for your replies to this....I wrote it wanting to be the map...to help find the way for someone I love that may get lost, but I also realize that home is in each of us, wherever we go. So, I guess we need to make our own maps. Karilea...you are such a dear friend and heart sister...even more so now. Barry very...you are so dear! Nancy...I know how big your heart is. Janet Marie...No, it's too warm for flannel...it's only skin.  |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
This is a poem and a statement, to which no words of mine would be an appropriate response. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Layered air is heavy then so darned to the ball that slides making lines within the earth’s circle that cause the still in dream to slip and unwind I love this, and that most of all. Your poetry tugs so hard, in the very best way. Martie girl~ |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
what am I to say? |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
"Layered air is heavy then so darned to the ball that slides making lines within the earth’s circle that cause the still in dream to slip and unwind" excellent -------ice ><> |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee |
"I bathe in path where pearls dive and drain a dream and fasten around my knowing a garment made of maps that should he falter on his path will lead him home again" This felt like moonlight...a sleepless night, and projected heart stars of navigation. Divinity to my velvet purse dear poetess. Your gifts are vast, yet so comforting. Love, Reg |
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kayjay Member Elite
since 2002-06-24
Posts 2015Oregon |
This is a lovely expression of troubled thoughts seeking to be strong for a loved one. Beautifully done. KJ Through rubble and trouble and dark of night |
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Goodknight Member Elite
since 2002-06-15
Posts 2386Ohio, USA |
Martie - you are a map for many with words that touch us so deeply - I think each of us needs to partially find our own way and also need help from "maps" out there who can show us...you are truly a powerfully talented poet - thanks for beautiful verse - Paul |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
"I bathe in path where pearls dive and drain a dream and fasten around my knowing a garment made of maps that should he falter on his path will lead him home again" Now THAT is really a very considerate thing to do. It is easy to get lost, even more easy to stay lost. *smile* |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (smiles) I truly believe in our own hearts we are the topographers, but indeed love and friendships are what create the legends on each of the maps and function as compass roses we always have handy should we not make it home on our own on more cloudier nights! (big angel hugs) In a way, I think friends are who remind us the maps we create are not just parchment, God Bless You, sweet friend, I miss you very so much and am happy to read you again, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Martie, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "You'll find something that's enough to keep you |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Martie, you have a soul of light; thank you for sharing it with us in all your lovely stitching! Keep that light a'burnin' kiddo.  ........jo |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Speechless, absolutely speechless. Just beautifully expressed Martie. Maree The clouds never expect it when it rains, but the sea, changes colour, but the sea, does not change. |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
And so caught in hold of needle I regress back to the stitch taken tentative in green across the meadow made of my decisions into the pond of moss covered then stream I bathe in path where pearls dive and drain a dream and fasten around my knowing a garment made of maps that should he falter on his path will lead him home again Martie...Martie...Martie.. you are amazing! hugs dear lady, Chris |
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Eliza Member
since 2002-11-18
Posts 58 |
After two months on the back pages, this needs a slight bit of resurrection... on angel wings. |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
It's simply amazing, the perspective that time brings to your work....things turn clear that were veiled before, and things that were clear then gain dimension with the change of light. That's how it is with a true artist's words, to one who cares enough to read them in depth. I care enough, and I'm glad I revisited this one, I think....though perhaps later I won't be. That's also how it is with an artist's words....some things hit you later whether you return to read or not. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
yes, i agree never seeing this poem because i just started it has to be bumped up ARCTIC WIND |
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