MAGICAL THINKING/ Poetry Potluck #15

This week's Poetry Potluck #15 is based on Reflections, Interpretations, and Musings.  Perfect for the end of the year...I put all three into a bowl and came up with...


MAGICAL THINKING

I want magic to be actual,
the rabbit to be bona fide,
not a velvet glove with furry ears,
when the magician says voila!

I know that martyrs such as I
must be pierced by arrows
before we become saints.
I only ask for a helping hand
to get up to cloud nine.

I want St. Jude
to count the days
of my novena with me,

not shilly-shally around,
but grant my prayer
as soon as he knows
that I need to be saved.

I myself will not take
the job of sainthood lightly.


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Dream On...

ILLUSIONS

X

Water isn't a peril

unless you're drowning in it.

You imagined you could start

your own way of breathing

while riding the waves.

x

Now you want me to save you.

I can say yes,

I can.

x

I know how to put my mouth to wounds

to kiss the damage away.

I myself write notes to saints

x

but every bleeding gash I show

proves less worthy

than the stigmata.

x

Alright, I'll save you.

First time for me too.

x

Step one,

stop nailing smoke to the wall,

then

send flowers to your memories,

and bury them

as if they were a dead princess.

x

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