Monday, April 15, 2019

Spelling Armor with My Toes

I wake up to a rainstorm tap dancing on my window, a piano being fingered, and The Dresden Dolls singing, “Missed me, missed me, now you’ve got to kiss me.” I smile (the song dawns me up), kiss the tip of my lover’s nose, let his sleepy lips find my mouth, ready myself to walk out of bed:

I open and close my hands (13 times), rotate my wrists and elbows and shoulders and neck (13 times both ways), bend and straighten my knees (13 times), massage my ankles until they stop feeling like wood. Then, I turn toes into quill... and spell in the air, the phrase: “writing Armor out of horrors” over and over, until Amanda Palmer is done singing of missing and kissing and more... until my flesh and bone are springy enough to start the day without falling.

heavy clouds
stiffen a body
still mending


the wee notes…

- if you’ve read me for a while, you’ve probably seen me use different versions of “armor out of horrors”. The words first came to mind five or six years ago, when my doctors started saying that running might no longer be an exercise option for me. I’ve always loved running. So, the news hurt. But not for long. Not forever. I just found other ways—more calisthenics, more dancing, more hula hooping…   

When more illness began to place restrictions on how much time I could dedicate to writing, I applied the same strategies I used when I had to stop running: I built something good out of a not so good situation. To learn a bit about how and why I did it, follow the link, and read “CHATTING WITH MAGALY: Why Prose at Poets United?” I’d love to read your thoughts on the topic of starting something new (and expanding our horizons) even if doing so feels uncomfortable (at first).  

- for Poets United (Poetry Pantry 447) and Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

Piano Rain, by Luann Wash
you can find this and more of her amazing work on Etsy

53 comments:

  1. I love the way you find new ways despite your hardships... to be able to find new ways shows the true strength, and I love to read about it...

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    1. Hardships are very good for the imagination.

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  2. You are such an inspiration. I know a little about chronic pain and the start over and reconstructing a path forward, but none of my hurdles have been as difficult as yours. I am so blessed to know you.

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    1. And I am extra blessed to have friends who understand.

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  3. You are a Poet warrior and an inspiration for us all, Magaly dearest!💞 I love the strength in this haibun 😍😍

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  4. You've created armor out of horrors, but it's clear the love that surrounds you and your will hold that armor together.

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  5. Your flexibility, adaptability and creativity are what make you so resilient, Magaly!

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  6. Strength is often more mental than physical... you seem to have heaps of both. I love this poem and your reflections.

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    1. Thank you, Margaret. I'm right with you. The mind is a powerful tonic.

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  7. Keep spelling armor and writing poetry with toes, fingers, everything you've got, Magaly. We will be here, waiting to read it. Hula hooping and dancing is fun, with or without a rainstorm!

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  8. You inspire me so deeply Magaly, and your poetry always gives such warmth with wisdom and hope woven in your powerful words. That can only come from experience and a resilient spirit indeed!

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  9. I hope the summer sun will soon burn off those clouds and relax that stiffened body with it's soothing warmth, my lovely! ♥♥♥

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  10. none quite like amanda fucking palmer to wrench you out of complacency.

    looks good on ya, that armour, Magaly ~

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  11. You face every challenge, finding a way around it. You are such an inspiration to others. Keep on stretching.

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    1. Through it, with it... and, yes, around it too. :-D

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  12. ooow...I felt every twinge with every twist and turn of your limbs...but the "feeling" reminds us we are alive right? And feeling alive is always the start of something new XXX

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    1. Alive and kicking! And writing, too, it seems. *CWS*

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  13. You really have a way of making the reader feel a poem, Magaly. And feel your righting spirit too!

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  14. Magaly, you shine my friend! Love you! When you wrote about what you do in the morning, made me think about what I do in the morning! We got to keep going! Big Hugs!

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    1. One of these days, we need to compare morning routines. And probably laugh a lot.

      I love you bunches, my Stacy.

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  15. I might have to try some of your exercises to help limber up the extremities. I love the toe-writing. You are unstoppable!

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    1. My balance is... questionable. Especially in the morning. The slow warm ups in the morning help sooo much.

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  16. You are my hero!! Thanks for the post!

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  17. I've said it before and I guess I will keep saying it... you are such an inspiration. Your positive attitude melts my darkest cynicism...thank you.

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  18. Surely all those thirteens will make the stiff parts limber again!

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  19. A good read again there magaly. Thanks for sharing.

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  20. You really have got such a fighting spirit Magaly; I could do with someone zapping me with a cattle prod sometimes to get me going.

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    1. Some mornings, when things are stiffer and hurting more than usual, I tell my Piano Man: "Push me off the bed! Push me off, or I won't get up." He gets up (half asleep) and rubs my feet (they are the worse). The foot rubbing (and a tickle or three) are his version of zapping me.

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  21. Love the way you phrase things! Also, this piece is a booster shot to keep writing. :)

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  22. “writing Armor out of horrors” - I have to believe - is healing, in and of itself. To do so cleverly and gracefully ... with spirit and panache ... occasionally with humor ... to say nothing of all round awesome writing - is wonderful!

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    1. Thank you, Wendy. I find so much energy and pure delight in writing when my body is hurting most. And in finding something funny about the pain. As long as I can laugh, the pain can't have me.

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  23. Geesh, I just wish I had your mindset.

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  24. I just liked this one so much.

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    1. Thanks very much, Ted. I'm so glad you do. :-)

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If you write it with heart, I shall read it with soul.