Tuesday, August 16, 2011

MAGPIE TALES


I find myself gummed up,
sticky with the remnants
of what I thought was
something.

I try to uncross my arms,
criss-crossed with the
litter of you--
nothing.

Superfluous, empty,
hollow to the core.

I'm wizened, weak,
left trying to cover up
what remains
with white paint.

I used primer, two coats,
still a distant shadow
remains.
Something?



11 comments:

  1. Some things just leave their mark no matter what.

    Be well!

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  2. dont try to hide it...even imperfections carry beauty...

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  3. I'm wizened, weak,
    left trying to cover up
    what remains
    with white paint.

    Exactly! Ada and Cad must come to read this for themselves...

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  4. this is very well-written. i like the paint metaphor. so often we do try to whitewash the surfaces, don't we? yet the hurt inside is too deep to cover over. it needs a love and a healing that goes soul-deep.

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  5. Leslie said it beautifully ... whitewashing is not the solution.

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  6. Lovely clever words - bravo!

    Anna :o]

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  7. When ever I come here I find deep thought and human feeling.

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  8. I liked the underlying emotion in this, well we can't paint everything out, but we can make-do by letting it fade away...Nice magpie:)

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  9. "I try to uncross my arms,criss-crossed with the
    litter of you" is wonderful, Teri.

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