Mary Jane's Shoes

Mary Jane's Shoes

Musings of one person among many. Not exceptional in any way, as with all, I have exceptional experiences and varied reactions to those events. Mine is one of many life stories and how I manage and cope with the events which make my life my own, I attempt to put forth by way of my writings.

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Another Charlotte (He was bitten by her kind one day, in early ’07.)

May 30, 2015


She, still, 

perches upon her trap of adhesive.

Crisscrossing wires

sit coated in glue.

She is poised in her bearing.


ever ready to act 

upon the feel of movement 

traveling through,

the warp and the weft,

as electricity from pole to pole. 


Imperceptibly just beneath her calm,

an energy is stored. 

A welcome intruder makes way into her home.

Her calm facade evaporates

as boiling water turns to steam. 

Methodically, energy spun,

she stuns and wraps the stumbling fool

in streamers and in ribbon. 

The immobile wanderer is a package

in white;

one saved for later self giving. 


Innately clever, 

some actions are deemed cruel,

but there is an earthy beauty

in these tedious life rules.  

Precision with her design

painstakingly brought to be,

she weaves warp and weft

with tenacious intensity. 

Alert senses

and swift in her strike,

an efficient laborer is she,

instinctively attentive to the work

of which is continually in need. 


Each movement is measured and exact. 

Charlotte is purpose and symmetry.

She lives in her own silence 

and in the loquat tree. 

MJ Goodman


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