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mona lisa xanadu



from where you stand
look me in the eye
watch my smile
twitch and lift
your heart 

you saw it,
didn't you?
you should know me
there's nothing up my sleeve
you're inventing the magic

 the mistress
the pregnant virgin
the ill maiden
the lover's apprentice
the artist

 just believe
what you see and
whatever you say
i am, as i've always been
in your mind, for you


Rene Foran ~ March 2011
for Magpie Tales
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  1. LanceMarch 29, 2011 at 6:55 PM

    You're inventing the magic

    My favorite line. Really interesting and engaging piece.

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  2. Jotter GirlMarch 29, 2011 at 7:02 PM

    Very nice Rene...oh and I really love what you've done to the place.

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  3. FireblossomMarch 29, 2011 at 7:13 PM

    Nothing up your sleeve? I don't believe it!

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  4. Casey FreelandMarch 29, 2011 at 7:42 PM

    Nice combination! I was infatuated with Xanadu (Olivia Newton John) when that movie came out. It's totally silly now, but then... I was quite smitten.

    Cheers,

    Casey

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  5. Brian MillerMarch 29, 2011 at 9:22 PM

    when someone says they will be whatever i want them to be i always look up their sleeves...

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  6. hedgewitchMarch 29, 2011 at 9:58 PM

    She does have that cipher quality, just a decimal in whatever equation you happen to be working on...nice call and a very true word.

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  7. Michelle GrantMarch 29, 2011 at 10:46 PM

    Oooooooh, so thrilled to find your poetry blog! I see I have inspiration on my horizon! My dear buddy and blogger, Fragrant Liar sent me over. I'll look forward to visiting.

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  8. Tess KincaidMarch 30, 2011 at 8:32 AM

    You always have something up your sleeve. And I like it.

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  9. ElaineMarch 30, 2011 at 9:09 AM

    "I'm every woman...it's all in me"
    Chaka Khan.

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  10. Laurie KolpMarch 30, 2011 at 10:39 AM

    I love "you're inventing the magic"... she's just a regular gal (bats eyelashes).

    ~laurie

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  11. HelenMarch 30, 2011 at 11:30 AM

    Do you believe in magic ... yours, yes!!

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  12. ClaudiaMarch 30, 2011 at 2:54 PM

    can't believe there's nothing up her sleeve...she's playing those cards well with her mysterious smile...you captured her beautifully

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  13. PearlMarch 30, 2011 at 3:48 PM

    And that's what makes her special, centuries later. You've nailed it.

    Pearl

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  14. CadMarch 30, 2011 at 4:35 PM

    All things to all men?

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  15. UnknownMarch 30, 2011 at 7:53 PM

    thanks everyone for stopping by and commenting. I truly appreciate it!
    Please consider submitting a poem or short story to Magpie Tales!

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  16. Vodka MomMarch 30, 2011 at 8:40 PM

    amazing.

    and YOU are inventing the magic.

    xx

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  17. Tumblewords:March 30, 2011 at 11:15 PM

    Brava!

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  18. Carrie Van HornMarch 31, 2011 at 9:59 AM

    This is magic Rene! :-)

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  19. Fred MillerMarch 31, 2011 at 9:22 PM

    This is so true. I have never been an artist or anything. But I have made some startling drawings and sculptures. And the fact is they had to exist inside me first. It's just like getting a fossil out of the stone without breaking it. That's making art.

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  20. Lucy WestenraApril 1, 2011 at 3:37 AM

    Great! The fictional self that we present to others depends on which of the others we happen to be talking to.

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  21. UnknownApril 5, 2011 at 9:25 PM

    And I'm talking to all of you when I say...thanks for coming by and chiming in :)

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  22. Brian MillerApril 8, 2011 at 7:35 PM

    nice to see you over at friday poetically

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