Presto!

August 7

PRESTO!

Just because I own pointy boots doesn’t mean I can corral the cows.  I have in my possession many things of subtle intent, but they can’t just transform me.  The wings from Halloween don’t make me an angel.  The Big Book on the shelf won’t sober me up. Nothing holds the magic to change me.  I can only change with help.  Action, action and more action is the magician's sleight of hand.  It slides my hand from glass to grace.  I don’t need to pull a rabbit from my hat.

Play with your oatmeal.

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I Beg

The embarrassment of need

is a haunting guest who will not leave.

I turn in a tight circle trying to find a way

to detach  this wart and move gracefully

from the site of devastation.

But it looms large

and overshadows today’s possibilities

and robs tomorrows gold.

What I cannot do for myself,

the magic I cannot yet perform,

stands between me and contentment.

It stands there wearing your face;

touching my mind with your fingertips.

I pray that you are not the answer

for I cannot depend on you.

I think of you and the little bell rings

and I am hungry.

Desire is a gift, desiring you is the burden

whose shadow I cannot escape.

I close my eyes to the light you emit;

I cannot close my heart, all that’s left is pleading;

please come home and fill me or leave

and lock the door and let me grieve in peace.

You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

http://www.amazon.com/Sober-On-The-Way-Sane/dp/1440417342/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576888&sr=8-1&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane

http://www.amazon.com/More-Lines-From-My-Life/dp/1448677203/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1388576956&sr=8-1&keywords=More+Lines+From+My+Life

I Beg

August 7

I Beg

The embarrassment of need is a haunting guest who will not leave.  I turn in a tight circle trying to find a way to detach  this wart and move gracefully from the site of devastation, but it looms large and overshadows today’s possibilities and robs tomorrows gold.  What I cannot do for myself, the magic I cannot yet perform, stands between me and contentment, stands there wearing your face; touching my mind with your fingertips.  I pray that you are not the answer for I cannot depend on you, but I think of you and the little bell rings and I am hungry.  Desire is a gift.  Desiring you is the burden whose shadow I can’t escape.   I close my eyes to the light you emit; I cannot close my heart.  All that’s left is pleading; please come home and fill me or leave and lock the door and let me grieve in peace.

Treat your health like your job, treat your health like your investment, treat your health like your life; it is

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ROCK BOTTOM PRICES

Marble topped dressers, dry sinks and wardrobes,

Stand in the auctioneer’s warehouse

Showing loving use and obvious value.

The hungry consumers peruse the merchandise

Looking for the perfect pieces

To fit their need.

Old men eating ice cream sandwiches pick their way through

The rows of tidbits laid out on the lawn,

Bargains to fill odd spaces and little desires.

So like out meeting places, people trying to refurnish their lives.

The cost to arrive may have been high

But once in, the market is more than fair.

We reclaim relics and we use them as road signs and warnings.

There is always someone around to carry large truths home

And no one has to go away empty handed.

We bid on our own survival by buying someone else a break.

Time passes easily as the one at the podium

Recounts the rock bottom prices.

You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

http://www.amazon.com/More-Sober-The-Way-Sane/dp/144141231X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1374072329&sr=8-3&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane

http://www.amazon.com/Lines-My-Life-Sherrie-Theriault/dp/1448652820/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374072576&sr=1-1&keywords=Lines+from+my+life%2C+Sherrie+theriault