11.27.2013

Blue Laws

As the bruise on my right
forearm yellowed & faded, a new
bruise appeared on the left.
Can I just say I bruise easily
or chalk it up to clumsiness?
Or, in this season of thanks,
is something trying to reach me?

For Kerry’s very intriguing prompt to the Real Toads: Let's Write in Black & White

#27 of 30 Poems In November to benefit Center for New Americans.
Posted by Marian at 5:51 PM
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18 comments:

  1. Robert BourneNovember 27, 2013 at 6:13 PM

    you always.. put questions into my mind with your poems... yet again....

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  2. HannahNovember 27, 2013 at 6:26 PM

    Hmm...the mind wants to assume but there are many reasons...

    Vague and mysterious.

    Happy days to you and yours, Marian. ♥

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  3. Sherry Blue SkyNovember 27, 2013 at 10:10 PM

    Yoiks. Now I am worried. Take care, kiddo.

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  4. MarianNovember 27, 2013 at 10:15 PM

    nothing to worry about! just random oddly-timed bruises giving rise to weird verse. :)

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  5. Kerry O'ConnorNovember 27, 2013 at 11:50 PM

    Oooh! Ectoplasmic visitors leaving thumb-prints on the skin ... That idea has opened a world of possibilities. You make the sound of it less frightening by evoke the spirit of thanksgiving.

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  6. Patricia A. McGoldrickNovember 28, 2013 at 12:12 AM

    So many questions came to my mind as I read your poem, Marian.

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  7. Grandmother (Mary)November 28, 2013 at 8:17 AM

    The nurse in me shouts- get it checked out! But also- Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!

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  8. AnonymousNovember 28, 2013 at 3:48 PM

    all those poems in you fighting to get out ~

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    1. MarianNovember 28, 2013 at 6:22 PM

      yes!!! best interpretation! better than mine, even. yay! xo

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  9. Loredana DonovanNovember 28, 2013 at 5:45 PM

    I can relate ... I bruise easily, too ... metaphorically speaking as well. Poignant in black & blue :)

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  10. FireblossomNovember 28, 2013 at 7:40 PM

    LOl @ the the title, in view of what the poem is about. I used live in Texas, where they had those weird blue laws. You could buy a mop on Sunday, but not a bucket, or stuff like that.

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  11. hedgewitchNovember 28, 2013 at 8:31 PM

    Definitely has a paranormal sort of feel, or a shadow of some sort of secret--abuse, or self-destruction--but it lands lightly, and you can almost ignore those nuances...but not quite, if you have a twisted sort of mind like me. I like it, Marian--Happy Thanksgiving.

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  12. Sam EdgeNovember 28, 2013 at 11:24 PM

    full of intrigue here - looks like you were beaten by metaphor of some sort

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  13. MarianNovember 29, 2013 at 8:12 AM

    thanks, pals. hope all are having a well-deserved break.

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  14. HelenNovember 29, 2013 at 1:01 PM

    Not only do I have bruises, I have tiny cuts all over my fingers ~~~ two turkeys + all the trimmings later!!! 'Tis the season.

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  15. Kay L. DaviesNovember 29, 2013 at 2:33 PM

    Better late than never, here. I am always finding new bruises. Every shower is an opportunity to find the spots where I've tripped, fallen, walked into walls, or suffered from generalized "clums" as my friend Judith and I call our shared inability to walk properly. I hope you don't injure yourself further this weekend.
    Luv, K

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