tricks in wear and tear
is there only magic in booze?is there magic in me, magic in you?
is there magic in the color-coordinated rows of my silly eye shadows?
the lovely plant in the corner reaching for light?
in the scent of my little sister's hair?
magic in the marx brothers?
magic in the ballads of django reinhardt i hear?
tell me true.
tell me dear,
is there magic near?
is there magic in lippy kisses on a scratchy blue couch?
in rosemary pizza and cheap beer?
in laughter and play?
in instant communication, ready intimacy with favorites?
in rants? in busy-ness? in confrontations, resolutions?
in gloves and hats?
in aching backs, in heartburn?
in an unexpected hug from an unforeseen visitor?
in a spontaneous beer date with the boys?
tell me, is there magic in a sick day
magic in the realization that you are happy at home?
magic in the crazed-homeless man's query, "ARE YOU HAPPY."
magic in the answer...
tell me true.
tell me dear,
is there magic near?
in a text, "coming home."
in the surprise of a chocolate dessert.
in the banter and nostalgia of a dress...
it's silly.
and i won't ignore how i feel when i swing from precarious branches
[and forgive myself for needing
a father]
and i won't ignore how i feel when i swing from precarious branches
[and forgive myself for needing
a father]
there is
m
a
g
i
c
near.
i know, honey.
every one knows.
it wears off.
but wear and tear
cannot steal
the magic of the moment.
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| From All Hallowed's Eve |
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| From All Hallowed's Eve |
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| From All Hallowed's Eve |
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| From All Hallowed's Eve |
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| From All Hallowed's Eve |
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| From All Hallowed's Eve |
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| From All Hallowed's Eve |
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| From All Hallowed's Eve |
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| From All Hallowed's Eve |
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| From All Hallowed's Eve |
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| From All Hallowed's Eve |
see the whole album of frivolity
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| All Hallowed's Eve |
~ sleep well and take her easy,
crm
4 comments:
that was like reading Dr. Seuss, only he knew me and loved me and kissed me goodnight.
i loved your poem, and also your pictures and your bangs.
It does wear off, doesn't it...
"a secret that only fire can tell.."
loving the poetry here lately, and the poetry present always in you. i love any glimpse i get at the flaxen hair, too...claude would have been inspired.
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