She glides through grasses,
allowing long and lilting blades
to brush her legs
with tender strokes
of another time
She cups roses in her palm
breathing in the taste
of ancient kisses,
if only imagined
She hears familiar wind
wisping past ears, enticing
now graying hair
to dance once more
She lifts attentive eye
to the hopeful flutter
of chickadee wings
and her own heart
and understands
another time is now.
Author notes
FOR MARION
I remember our very first conversation almost a year ago--it was about Old Souls. As I recall, we two mischief makers unwittingly got ourselves into a heap of trouble! -- ruffled some feathers, it seems, and not those of a little chickadee!
I knew from that experience what a gentle, kind person you are and am so pleased to have been blessed to know you!
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A contest entry
- THE COLOUR OF BEING...COALESCED~A Tribute to MAA by Blue Rew.
1800 points, ended May 14, 2008, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Congratulations on the bronze and a beautiful tribute to your friend and partner in mischief..
I am looking forward to getting to know maa more and after watching the videos of her spoken poetry, she has an inner light that shines through her eyes and comes through her voice. 
I love the last line..
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This speaks so much to the person Marion is.
You have made a very true and lovely portrait of our maa.
She is simply kindness all around.
Beautiful poem!
Mari
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This piece just caressed my spirit as I read it
and paused at the end to read again. You touch
on something mystical while painting a simple
scene of communing with nature. Something I
tend to always envision Maa doing. Fantastic!
Blue
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What a wonder to behold.
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Lovely write to honor a vibrant soul and valued friend. Delightful "breathing in the taste of ancient kisses" and "enticing graying hair to dance once more." Beautiful concluding stanzas. For so many sweet things of life, "another time is now."
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this is a beautiful dedication....a deep one..and I love the last two stanzas...gorgeous
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The poems that move me the most are the poems of tribute to the people who are special in our lives. What a wonderful write this is. Love, Lane
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my dearest friend,
indeed I recall this vivid scenario ... and believe it or not, this morning, when I woke up, I was thinking of this scene, don't ask me why ... probably, you were just writing your poem then, and I might have picked up your thoughts ...
obviously, I have the good or bad habit to push buttons and to provoke explosions wherever my path leads me, but, if there are no mines in the field, there is nothing to explose ...
that's my warrioress-side that comes out of the closet from time to time (remember, I'm a double doll ...
)
I hope that the concerned sensitive soul has recovered from the event (she still has me blocked ... as if eliminating what bothers us, will arrange things ... after all, we will have to face the same situations again and again, until the lesson is learned ... so even if it's not me who'll push her buttons now, there have certainly been many more candidates to do the job in the meantime ... sending her blessings and loving thoughts through the ether ...)
thank you so much for having offered me this graceful poem, even my little chickadee is delighted and hops around the computer chirping ...
your verse is as gentle as your soul, and at the same time lighthearted and profound ... I am delighted ...
much, much love,
marion
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