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 the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, where Toni asks: “write a haibun of 44 - to 150 words of some event in your life - a love gone wrong, birth of a child, a daily walk, a day out of a vacation

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

15 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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  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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  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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  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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  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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  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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Thank you for sharing your thoughts. Your insight is food for my muse.