MAGPIE TALES

Dark room at the back of the house.

Cedar-lined closet along one wall

houses multi-colored boxes

filled with velvet, patent, suede

shoes in every color imaginable.

High heels (not just the name),

clip-clop along the oak floor

making me feel bigger,

making me feel important,

making me feel grown up.

45's and LP's line this

cedar-lined closet too,

singing sad songs,

singing "Blue Velvet, softer than satin in the night".

Singing take me back,

take "IT" back.

My little-girl mind wonders

why?

My little-girl mind wonders

Who?

My little-girl body wears

the shoes, hoping to

shuffle the sadness away.

That room still frightens me

in my big-girl mind.

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YELLOW

CONJURES UP MANY THOUGHTS.

COMPLEXION

DISEASE

RIPE LEMONS OR SUNFLOWERS

JOURNALISM

COLOR BETWEEN GREEN AND ORANGE.

FEVER

MOSQUITO

TUNA

JACK

JACKET

LEGS

AND PAGES.

YES...PAGES.

BETWEEN BEING LOST

AND BEING FOUND

I RESIDE.

I PUSH UP GENTLY,

TIPPING MY HEAD

WHEN I FINALLY ARRIVE.

WILL I TURN YELLOW?

YELL?

OH!

MAGPIE TALES TUESDAY

My hands:

Feel.

Touch.

Scratch backs.

Hold books,

pens,

paint brushes,

needles and thread.

Grasp.

Pinch.

Clench.

Pet animals.

Whisk.

Chop.

Pour food.

Pray.

Reach.

Point fingers at me

and sometimes others

(mostly others---

my fatal flaw.)

Can I change procedures?

Pointing fingers?

With the help of

Other's (hands)

YES!

Hands that

Touch.

Caress.

Reach out.

Finesse.

My hands?

Shape words

such as "I love you"

on one hand.

Speak for me when my mouth

cannot.

Dictate.

Enunciate.

Adjudicate.

Enthusiastically state:

AMELIORATE.

MAGPIE TALES TUESDAY

Heavy amulet worn

close to my throat.

Reminds me

with touch

that:

One

should

be

Kind

and

Good.

Enough.

MAGPIE TALES TUESDAY

SHIVA NATARAJ

My life is part of a cosmic dance.

I am an individual

Thinking outside the box,

Apart from the masses.

Resisting no longer

My flame burns bright,

But brief.

This tragedy gives opportunity for growth.

I do not fear

But

UNFOLD.

EVOLVE.

Time and space are elastic.

Form becomes transparent.

Shiva Nataraj, the god of creation AND destruction

SHOWS ME THE STILL POINT.

Each matchstick holds

ETERNITY.

Each dancing atom holds

INFINITY.

Living outside the box there is no flame.

EXHAUSTED.

And, there is ONLY flame.

A dance

of

Rhythm

In the universe.