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her sound







I met her verses
through touches of strings
enchanting poetic language
of a foreign tongue

and I heard how the words
played slow songs
sounds of soft breeze through
the valleys of India

her hands reached for mine
and I felt the scent
of young flowers
exhaled by her smile
 
 
 
 

Author notes

One of the first poems I read on her page, 'strings: finger music'...since then her words never left me without a smile

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  • AutumnGypsy gold member
    June 25

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    Hoodwink!!

    You have such a beautiful way with words in this piece. I was left looking for more but alas there was none. A masterpiece.


  • Aesthete2000 gold member
    April 22, 2008

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    As softly intriguing
    as an Impressionist painting,
    an imaginative portrait
    in floral colored paintbrush dabs.

    A beautiful tribute!

    Aesthete


  • Blushfulmoon silver member
    April 12, 2008

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    excellent~

    Beautiful...
    I have not heard of Namita before...
    But this is wonderful...
    Love the style the flow the imagery
    Perfect...and congrats on the silver trophy
    It is indeed a winner
    Love n hugs
    Susan~~~

  • tara wilson gold member
    April 3, 2008

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    this is absolutely gorgeous poetry....perfect for her...what a beautiful dedication..I like how you mentioned in the poem where she is from...I just feel this captures her so well....I love this!! Thanks so much for entering the contest...


  • Nicolette gold member
    April 3, 2008

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    Oh i loved that poem of hers too, and ever since i read her work, i was hooked too.

    This is lovey poetry, Mari and you've captured so much of her essence in this poem. It has a lovely singing quality about it and that's right, as she does write the songs that make us all sing.

    Thank you for writing this for her.

    ~ Nicolette


  • Peteskid gold member
    April 2, 2008

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    ah, yes must agree, Namita is quite special...her words well worth remembering, a wonderful poem here to celebrate friendship...PK


  • Namita
    March 31, 2008

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    Another one? for ME? Thank you sooooo much, Mari. This is too beautiful!! This time, again, you left me with a twinkle in my lash. Thank you so much for being my friend; I'm honoured. Love you.


    - namita


  • leander Moderators member
    March 31, 2008

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    ah yes, Namita (I guess but I'm pretty sure since I recognize that title in your author's notes)... What a talent she has!
    your talent radiates clearly within these words as well sweet mommer

    It's sunnyyyy!! yaaay


  • Sir Ima Cucumber
    March 30, 2008

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    I have no idea about all that nonsense Yem said, I saw no flaws at all.

    I always was your favorite of the two wasn't I.


  • Yemassee gold member
    March 30, 2008

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    Ah, so this is what this poem was written about. "What," lol, sorry, I laugh at jokes only I get.

    So now this ups the ante and so anyone who wants to enter with a hope at winning will have to write a poem to StridentMarch.

    Ok, the semi-serious part:

    Is Strident from India? I'll have to go on a fact finding mission and see. Oh wait, your stating a scene in a poem of hers I bet. You know, that is what the comment area below is for, to explain things like that.

    her hands reached for mine

    We all look for that affinity, someone who speaks in the same vein as us, or at least writes that way, with some vague synchronicity...odd I've never met anyone (for me) like that...in any way...ever.

    Exhaled by her smile

    That's a great expression, vague enough to be original, common enough to be understood/meaninful. But you know I'm not going to like:

    and I felt the scent

    The day I can feel a smell is the day I finally go to see a doctor.

    It has your usual flourishes of grace, charm, beauty and piquant phrases.

    It even has the feel of smells.


    • Mari Goes gold member
      March 31, 2008
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      Ardentmarch is the host, she is from Canada. The poem is for Namita, she is from India

      • Yemassee gold member
        March 31, 2008
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        Ah thank you oh great Gold one! Yes, Canada, I checked. Ah, Namita, good old Namita, of course it is for Namita, I should have known that, it is so obvious, as plain as the nose on my face that is was written for Namita..............who is Namita?


        • Sir Ima Cucumber
          March 31, 2008
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          Yem, Just ignore MariGoes, she's been hitting the sauce again. There is no Namita, it's all in her head.

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