Saturday, January 5

Disaster Invites Daring


Last week, I invited you and you and you to say adios to 2018 and hola to 2019, by crafting something made of you and me. I am ridiculously happy to say that many of you accepted the invite. So, here is a poem made of us:

I’ve reached you, my darkness
ablaze, my flesh
clad in armor of my making—
unbreakable, malleable, spelled
in ink bled out of root and limb.
 

Afraid of your twisted forest? Ha!
I’m a Wild Woman, who bloomed
through storms knowing fear is food
to souls that understand how to craft
trinkets out of terrors.

No, I’m never alone. In my soul,
I carry tears and steel mined out of life
by Wicked Luvs who have wept wings
out of pain, with teeth and claws…
never letting troubled clay define them.

Disaster invites daring,
inspires the bold to get gutsy, show teeth,
remember Time is raw Stardust—ready
for a hammer that breaks and rebuilds
while purring and snarling
calligraphed metaphors out of screams,
sunshine and laughter.    

Yes, I noticed other paths, but
Death’s smile skips no one, it scythes  
all, splitting body and mind,
empowering true love to fight, fight…
to grin back, to stay alive another day
(faking and fickleness be damned).

I kissed Imagination on the mouth,
freed my beast into storied meadows, trusted
my heart to brew fresh life out of deadly sap.

I’m a (de)cocooning human moth,
wings hammered out of fire
flying towards healing.


the wee notes…
- inspired by words (or my interpretation of words) provided by friends on Instagram, Facebook, and on this post. Thank you, my Wicked Luvs.

Moth-Woman, by Luke Eidenschink

79 comments:

  1. This is such an incredibly passionate poem, Magaly!❤️ The tone, the emotion, imagery and pacing makes for an unforgettable experience as one is fed courage and desire to 'stay alive another day.' I'll be back to delight in several readings.😍😍

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  2. This could be your own beautiful anthem my dear Magaly! This is so full of truth. I do believe that life's struggles can bring forth all the courage that is within us. You inspire me every time I read your words. I especially love the line, "never letting troubled clay define them", and "I carry tears and steel mined out of life" simply breathtaking and wonderfully true!

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    1. I am so glad you thinking so, Carrie. Thanks very much.

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  3. Gosh, Magaly.. did you have to make me cry??? Wow! This is such a deeply moving poem for you to have written after the trials and tribulations of 2018. You are indeed like a moth, ever breaking free of the cocoon and showing the rest of us how to use our wings.

    I love these three lines so much, I want to take them with me:

    I kissed Imagination on the mouth,
    freed my beast into storied meadows, trusted
    my heart to brew fresh life out of deadly sap.

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    1. I really like that the first stanza that stuck with me stuck with you, too. It makes me smile. :)

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  4. Simply beautiful and a reminder of the positives / negatives of 2018! Thank you, dear Magaly.

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  5. WOW! I love it. Thank you Magaly for inviting us to be a part of this powerful piece. We will fight life's battles together! May 2019 bring us more happiness than sorrows ♡

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    1. Thank you for letting our muses (and journeys) play together. I wish a 2019 that makes you happy, happy, happy.

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  6. Magaly, I’m amazed and thrilled at what you have created out of all of the different elements: the various and very diverse comments that people left on Facebook and Instagram ,the fabulous ink drawing and your own special magic! I love the alliteration of the title which, if you say it aloud, is like gritted teeth doing just that – daring. I love the lines:
    ‘…knowing fear is food
    to souls that understand how to craft
    trinkets out of terrors’
    and
    ‘I’m a (de)cocooning human moth,
    wings hammered out of fire
    flying towards healing’.

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    1. I absolutely adore the words you fed into the poem, Kim.

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  7. Oh I so love this piece, the boldness of it is such a blessing to start a new year with. "Disaster invites daring, inspires the bold to get gutsy, show teeth, remember Time is raw Stardust" Those very words are ones I am going to share with someone who desperately needs them.

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    1. We shall dare together, cackles at the ready.

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  8. This is such a wonderful poem drawing from so much inspiration... the conclusion of (de)cocooning is simply excellent and I so admire your strength

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  9. So much power in this poem and all of the images ring true to me about braving our way through what we need to! Thank you for sharing this, my friend.

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    1. Thank you for reading, my dear lady.

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  10. A very special poem to me, Magaly. I especially love how it powers itself up word by word, image by image,as it rolls along to its heart-unfolding finish--thanks for inviting us along, and for giving us the ride of our lives.

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    1. Thank you, joy, for the company, for the knowing, for the remembering...

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  11. Love, love love this! This is filled with raw honesty and power, it resonates with me because, as I’ve said in the past,,, ‘ I can see in the dark ...and cradle flames in my dreams’’ But your words- as spoken from the front-lines of battle... they carry travel faster-and carry more weight. I’m off to make more trinkets ❤️πŸ’ƒ

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  12. A wonderful poem of the plusses and sadnessess of 2018. All we can move is forward. I love the emerging of the moth image in this poem . Go get 'em!

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  13. I truly, truly, love this!!!! Big Hugs and Much Love!

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  14. This is amazing. What an empowering and thoughtful poem! I love the passion, the emotion, and the intrinsic strength of every image and every barrier crossed towards this "(de)cocooning".
    Loved this bit in particular:

    "remember Time is raw Stardust—ready/for a hammer that breaks and rebuilds/while purring and snarling/calligraphed metaphors out of screams,/sunshine and laughter."

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  15. the gathering of your words in this pronouncement is rich with both heart and soul. this creative piece incites into action my inner nestled spirit from its comfort. you are an inspiration, mi amiga.

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  16. Such a great slogan, 'Disaster invites daring'! And I love the glorious defiance and relish for life this poem details so graphically.

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  17. I couldn't find anything within for moth-woman -- I thought maybe of a Hedgewitchean 55 as a prayer for her return, but stumbled -- but you sure did here.

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    1. Well, you've certainly birthed a grin with your mention of Hedgewitchean 55.

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  18. Wow, Magaly, this indeed is your Wild Woman anthem. Your strength and passion has taken flight. Moth-Woman's wings have never been so strong. You are already kicking 2018's ass.

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    1. Let's hop the kicking works... for all of us.

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  19. How inspiring this poem is. Wild and strong - just like you. I really like 'brewing fresh life out of deadly sap' and 'disaster invites daring.' Bring on 2019 - you are ready.

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  20. "flying towards healing"

    Could there be any better destination than that?

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  21. DAMN!
    DAMN!
    DAMN!

    Whew... that was just such a throaty, life-affirming howl of strength. Serious mad love for this piece.

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    1. Times 3? Now, that is magic. Mad love for it makes total sense.

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  22. Truly love this M.

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  23. Wow! "Flying toward healing"! Oh, "the kiss of imagination"~! And my favorite stanza:
    "No, I’m never alone. In my soul,
    I carry tears and steel mined out of life
    by Wicked Luvs who have wept wings
    out of pain, with teeth and claws…
    never letting troubled clay define them."
    Of course, disaster Invites Daring--that's the name of the poem and the electric charge you share with us. I feel like you've answered my poem's questions. Bravo!

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    1. Yay! for poems that answer each other.

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  24. the 3rd and 6th stanzas just blow the mind - I particularly loved the line "never letting troubled clay define them" ... what an inspired and twisted on its ear with fiery dragonness' breath idea!
    and the 6th? well kissing Imagination on the mouth, full-bodied and lipped, in the face of all adversities, is what makes star- crossed lovers delirious and poets wild women (and men) children of the stars. And who could ask more than this?

    a very empowered and powerful poem Magaly - filled with zest, gusto and a delicious zing to sustain and satisfy the appetite.

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    1. May the sustenance continue to taste as yummy.

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  25. I'm getting a "master of my fate/captain of my soul" vibe from this poem, only you set this sentiment ablaze and make it uniquely yours.

    This is so defiant, imaginative, and passionate! I love it.

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  26. Love:

    "knowing fear is food
    to souls that understand how to craft
    trinkets out of terrors"

    "Death’s smile skips no one"

    "I kissed Imagination on the mouth"

    I hope De reads this. She would love that "(de)cocooning human moth." I will send her over, just in case she missed it.

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    1. Thank you, Violet. I hope she enjoyed it, too.

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  27. My wings have spread and you have again renewed my spirit. Set it ablaze, as you say. Inspired by your howl in defiance of your frustrations with pain and anguish. Encumbered with human restraint. Constant beating of "slow down", and "take it easy". Don't break the rules...don't dance too fast. Be damned with it all. Join me and seek the magic...the illumination within and float above it all. Keep howling dear one. Let it roar.

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  28. Your imagery is stunning --and this piece gives me poem envy!

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  29. This poem! It feels like I should be standing on a chair in the backyard, yelling it out to all the backyards and all the neighbors in hearing distance. I love the way your words come out like a cheer squad for writers...which would be awesome. Everyone needs an entire team to come tumbling through tempera paint and paper for them, sometimes.

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    1. I hope you found the chair. 😁

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  30. awesome, awesome poetry!!! Did I say awesome?

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  31. This is Gr-Gr-Gr-Great!!! Brilliant impactful lines that will stick with me a long long time. 'I kissed Imagination on the mouth' … probably: forever!!!

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  32. Disaster invites daring,
    inspires the bold to get gutsy, show teeth... love that and

    I kissed imagination on the mouth....

    beautiful lines here!

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  33. Its as if your boots are dug in, your lasso a-twirl and you've captured last year's woes and tightened them at the middle - releasing them only once they've acquiesced - I love "I kissed Imagination on the mouth,
    freed my beast into storied meadows..."

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    1. And I love the scene you've painted.

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  34. This instantly has become my favorite poem! You have woven magic with your words and such powerful imagery in each line! Love the use of metaphor 'I’m a (de)cocooning human moth'
    Each line is well thought and carved.

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  35. Oh my gosh! Your words followed by that image...perfect creation!!!! We may NEED an illustrated book of your words *just incase you gets bored at all* XXXX

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    1. Well, about that illustrated book... *CWS*

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  36. Ohhhh my... you are, no I am, in awe... I need to soak in this a bit xxx

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    1. Then roll around in it... perfect

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    2. I hope it felt good, good, yummy!

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  37. I am moved to tears. Your poem finds me at my vulnerable; concerned about a loved one. That last verse, though gives me hope. Thank you!

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  38. soul always fly unlimited.
    wonderful poem. love it

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  39. “Craft trinkets out of terror”
    “De(cocooning) moth”

    I could go on, but let’s just say, this is a piece of you in words and art.

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