One Hand Clapping

...& the poem it inspired on "Coming Home Day"

Ruby Tuesday

margarita fishbowl we both sipped from
tasting the sting of salt,  sneaking
the sidelong glance at who we are,
side-by-side,  smiling girls opposed
by mother and sister who cradled
photographs of our unmingled pasts
as if we had to see them to know
ourselves. You are the salty sweet
sip kissed on my lips now, tasty
and dear and singular, shared with
a fishbowl world of lookers-on glad
of our reuniting, our interlocked arms
raised in a forever toast to an us.
You are happily drunk dreams-come-true,
my link,  my clink,  my wink into bliss

Heatherleigh 12/16/03

+ favorite borrowed photo, animation & its poem

Lions and Tigers and Me Oh My

One of two wicked witches
cackles at the hour glass.
The good witch points to my shoes.
I muster up the magic words
clicking, oh, my heels:
There is no place like home.

The balloon has flown
and the color goes the way
the rainbow goes, away.
I awake from the dream
to the black and white scene:
Here Dorothy speaks of never again
and kisses and hugs all the wrong men.
If I were Dorothy I'd never choose
to give up the wizard, give up those shoes!
Oh my, for me, the twister resumes:
It's not that the movie is over;
It's that the make-believe is.  

samEjay, circa 1980, for the Wizard
photo art: Beyond the Rainbow to Oz

+ favorite composite photo and poem is included in album & here:

http://journals.aol.com/grandmumsy08/OneHandClapping/entries/168

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• #3 Comment from cneinhorn 
  9/5/04 9:45 PM | Permalink

  I love the sepia photo.....
  this entire entry is lovely.....
  
  ~jerseygirl
  http://journals.aol.com/cneinhorn/WonderGirl
• #2 Comment from deabvt 
  9/3/04 7:24 AM | Permalink

  Ah Wonderful.
  V
• #1 Comment from ckays1967 
  9/3/04 5:43 AM | Permalink

  Mumsy.....I admire you.
  
  
  xxoo