Open Poetry #33 |
All Along the Waterfront |
Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
All along the waterfront I listen to the calling of remorse all mixed with joy though the sand is coarse my feet are splendid in the soil Can you hear the way the dark laps up the light at night? I feel you in the close down of day on the hand holding path in park or ocean’s bend understood and in that blend Slowly the opening dark is jeweled with precious doors and gates love understood casting threads from star to earth to great unknown and if I am gone from this small place of me awhile you will never walk those paths alone |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
What a precious thought to share. Thank you! |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Simply lovely, Martie! |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
"Can you hear the way the dark laps up the light at night?" Lovely! |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Oh this is just splendiferous Martie. I'm keeping it. Mxx The clouds never expect it when it rains, but the sea, changes colour, but the sea, does not change. |
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Kevo Member
since 2004-06-02
Posts 466Navarro County, Texas, USA |
Your poetry, especially in this area of you that you so freely share, is among my favorites to absorb here in PIP. They touch the very core of anyone with a sense of love, understanding, and compassion for kindred hearts. You and your gift of writing are an inspiration to so many people on so many different levels. It truly inspires, it heals, it wraps you up in the warmth of the human heart. You are a gift to these pages and the people who share them. Warm regards to you, Kevin |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
"Slowly the opening dark is jeweled" This line alone makes the price of reading the poem well worh it.. Excellent poetry, ya gotta' love it... enjoyed -------ice ><> Come read to me some poem, |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Not when one has these very words to hold on to, and to walk that path, with you, even if alone. Great imagery... |
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Margot Member
since 2003-10-04
Posts 154 |
Wonderful Margot |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
and if I am gone from this small place of me awhile you will never walk those paths alone beautfifully enriching to the soul |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I feel you in the close down of day on the hand holding path in park or ocean’s bend understood and in that blend Slowly the opening dark is jeweled with precious doors and gates love understood casting threads from star to earth to great unknown To have such a one who can literally turn the world around and help lead you to glimmer from even the darkest hours is to have a treasure beyond any possible measure. |
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Goodknight Member Elite
since 2002-06-15
Posts 2386Ohio, USA |
"Can you hear the way the dark laps up the light at night?" I think I have heard this but I am sure not the way you do - how wonderfully you write the things you see hear and feel - this is just great Martie - Paul |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
nicely done ma'am. as usual... |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Yes, I have heard the dark lapping up the light at night, but never again will I think of it as any other way than this. "Shhh, listen," I shall say, "Can you hear Martie's dark lapping up the light?" |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Martie, this is perfection, as always and YES! I know that well, it reminded me of being at the marina . . . the ties clanging against the posts - the sailboats at night . . . |
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James_A_Fraser Senior Member
since 2003-09-03
Posts 972Out Making Anticlines |
The waves are true; they sort the stones, whether large or small, heavy, light, gold at the bottom, weed at the top. The biggest ones will stand, unmoved while wavelets stir the sand, sifting, sifting.... Our world’s a stone, we know that too. Where we walk, the world of our within, other forces lie there, forcing, splitting, rending us asunder in a soft pillage like time. The worst of this is, we make the waves. Got me thinking, you did....though your words are the gold there at the base, mine only dross the wavelets will take. Still, I think I'll go post this. ~~J |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
NIce...James |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Who, in their right mind... would not feel comfort from these words. No one that I can think of. A beaut of a write, Martie. |
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kayjay Member Elite
since 2002-06-24
Posts 2015Oregon |
to never walk alone is a beautiful thought, and you've painted it so well. KJ Through rubble and trouble and dark of night |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Nice Martie. I like this. If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Martie, this is one of my favorites. The poem is magical ... I even feel the waves lapping one over another. ...jo |
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