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I Like Dappled - a Halloween Treat
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I Like Dappled - a Halloween Treat |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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“I Like Dappled!” What more can be said of a poet who willingly, charmingly smiles and honors her guest for some time spent, without any guiles or wiles… “I like dappled,” she grinned, and syrup-felt warmth made my stay oh, so complete… a call to a poet, and touching of hands, made this, my life, ever sweet… “I like dappled,” and I heard her every word, and thought of horses and dappled greys, for I am Sag born, and Sag I would ride, yes, “dapples” would make my day…. So dappled she was in a moment of hither “Martie!” I called in some light; she turned, did not flinch, my poet of feathers, and I found in her smile, my delight… %20dappled%20for%20PiP.jpg) For she had brought me to Fullerton, its Arboretum ~ waited for our gaze as sunlight was found in heat of the town, and we were thus swept up in its daze… It seemed as if countries would greet us, from deep south to a Caribbean tour… to lofty pines, and sweet gentile ways for sighlights were beginning my cure. And then the introductions were given… for upon her own bench we sat… “See that tree of the fall-up leaf?” Her story was then begat… And then the story of the bench, how special were its terms for wherever Ms. Martie pens a poem, winds sigh, and oceans churn… I felt the moment to take heed of the quiet that had drawn close and rambled myself beyond my friend to feel spirits of nearby ghosts…  To see through the tree, toward the bench, to where our own flower-girl sat quiet; I pondered upon the fortune of me, then wandered in wonderings’ riot For I know a poet’s need of time the need to sit and contemplate, and that is when the dragonflies began a dance of ponder’s relate… For flit and soar of a dragonfly can mesmerize all who might see; the click then swick of weightless wings was a dance given just to me…  How fair this day, how true and gay the time a beloved poet gave to me… I worried for words, thought they wouldn’t be heard, and yet? They came to be… I cannot explain, nor shall I try, the braiding of souls who should be for all or nothing but poets one finds, in Passions’ halls of Poetry. ~*~ Dedicated to Martie and Taylor |
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kayjay Member Elite
since 2002-06-24
Posts 2015Oregon |
You've written a beautiful story of how strong bonds are created with simple, open love. What a treat for anyone to be the subject of such lovely writing, but especially so for Martie and Taylor. Ken Through rubble and trouble and dark of night |
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Nightshade 
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Oh, Karilea ! How beautiful is this?! Like a fairytale indeed! Your words...the photos....I wish I had been there. But, it was your time alone with such a precious soul. Thankyou for gifting us with one special moment in time. bless both of you. hugs, Chris |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
"To see through the tree, toward the bench, to where our own flower-girl sat quiet; I pondered upon the fortune of me, then wandered in wonderings’ riot" ~ And there Pip's flower girl sat in the glorious Sunshine.  This was lovely, Karilea. As the familiar pip saying goes, "Thank you for sharing!" Here's a hug for each of you!  Flower Love and Sun Light, Linda |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Sissie....that was such a special time...thank you for the memories!!  Explaining Dappled Explain Shadows color The movement of the trees The tune of it is touching me The eyes curiously Unblinking time Dappled |
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jellybeans Member Elite
since 2000-10-13
Posts 2298 |
beautiful.......what a gift you have shared with us |
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