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Pandora's Bag
by Micha Julian

Sunday, October 01, 2006
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yes, I too carry all too much and not willingly often, but our lives are what they are as we make our way...
and humor must be seen or, well...the alternative is all too painful and I hope, hope to share hope and hold onto it as well...


Once more, I am trying
to rid myself of this garbage.
Empty this old black tote bag,
again too full of all I can’t seem
to throw out once and for all.
God! I wish someone would steal this stuff.
Dump it where it can’t be found.

Crammed with old paperbacks
and dried out pens;
some loose, lonely pennies
(keep those, if they’d like)
and notebooks full of nothing new.
Ancient scribblings—nothing but junk, just…

How long has it been?

Every time I do this,
I end up with more of the same
and my shoulder is weary
from the worn strap
and I am weary
from carrying my life
around in this damned
old thing.

I do, at least return the Library books,
and oddly enough, always on time—
though always renewed, usually twice—
and left out of the damned heavy
old sack while in use.
(Thank God for small favors.)

This time?

This time I am closing my eyes
and flinging it all away, heaving it
into that big green trash bin out there
on pick-up day.

It’s the only way.

Though I wish I had a fireplace
to burn it all through and
through, knowing that way,
it will all be gone for good.

The bag, itself?

Knowing it is needed for the next era
in the life of an aging madwoman—
empty without something to hold,
even if only a few bits of lint
stuck and clinging to the stained,
worn lining of the black hole
she’s desperately trying
to crawl out of…









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Reviewed by Tactfully Naive 10/3/2006
We must be travelling - or should this be trudging ?- along a similar uphill road. Maybe I should do what you did and throw the damn contents of my case away but definitely into the fire. Knowing my misfortune, the draught would probably suck the salient items up the chimney into the hands of some Poppins type figure who would bring them right back to my suitcase. Strange thing is, I'd probably appreciate the gesture. In some distorted way, the contents have found their way into the compartments reserved for nostalgia. But heh, the last item in Pandora's (box) bag, (was) could be hope! Incidentally, I've been assured that madness is a sign of genius - but then, I flatter myself if no one else would. My mood slotted into the theme of this poem quite readily. Is that telling me somehting?
Reviewed by jude forese 10/2/2006
great metaphor ... we shed parts of our olds selves to renew ourselves and clear the unnecessary baggage from our beings ... yet the bag is kept as the process begins all over again ...
Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® 10/2/2006
Dear Micha,

The emotional garbage we, so often, choose to carry with us can be difficult to dispose of yet it is necessary to do so in order to continue down our chosen path.

Love & Light,
Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen 10/1/2006
More like an aging 'Medicine Woman', Micha!

Never empty, always overflowing, which, of course, is the problem with kept human life.

Maybe, Mich, at the bottom of the emptied bag is freedom...

Always yours,
Erin, aka
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Reviewed by Susan de Vegter 10/1/2006
You penned the very reason, a few years back, that I gave up purses. I
have a briefcase that houses minimal junk but it, too, accumulates. I think it is the bain of the female study here. We take the basics that
we "Might need one day"...lyimg to ouselves that there is reason to keep it.
This is a joy...a complete revelation of
Reviewed by richard cederberg 10/1/2006
You create a powerful metaphor here - the old black tote bag as ones own life. Oh ... the emotional and intellectual junk that can accumulate during a life-time.

It seems that in middle-age all the many indiscretions of youth revisit us and give us one more chance to "clean and organize" the shelves of our being - preparing us for old age.

It is certainly a time when wisdom and understanding should be employed judiciously.

Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Reviewed by Felix Perry 10/1/2006
This rattles the brain with thoughts and comparisons that go beyound the picture portrayed. A woman's purse like a mans wallet does contain and record a person's life and sometimes they get so full like life itself that they need to be purged indeed.

Reviewed by Jane Rodway 10/1/2006
I LOVE THIS!! This is my life, well, except I dont allow myself in libraries any more because I tend to keep the borrowed books :( But no matter how hard i try to use a smaller bag, it is no use, I feel like I am trying to cram my life into chipmunk hole, it doesn't work, thanks for this, it is so true.
Reviewed by J M 10/1/2006
This one is non other than another one of your masterful pieces of thought provoking, educating and yes humor for laughter is like a good medicine to the soul and we need it..... I am a pack rat so I can relate to this one..... Blessings Love,
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