It touches my lips
I grin
I believe I believe I believe
This is evolution
This is the eight of diamonds
This is Mr Orinda
His mountain top cabin
The place where I stayed
Where I live
Where I am
Where he took me
Naked as J
Falling through a pack of cards
Watch the house come down
Find a wall take a seat hold onto the jumble thoughts a prize a curse a death squeeze it in your hands. Make a fist (if you can) cut up the punch and throw it
believe believe believe
Watch me do it again and again
trick after trick punch after punch nothing after nothing
ascend evolve adapt try
The more I do the less you see
You don’t hear time eat through me
Cover the holes with powder and dust wash it away with water
busy busy no eyes left for me
Move along sir there is nothing left to be.
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(Thank you for visiting..am having trouble logging into blogger (blogging hell!) and leaving comments/replies..should I not get back to you..it's not personal..Jae appreciates you stopping by..)
Well Jae, there is still lot left for you to share.. keep writing..you are an amazing thinker.. god bless!!
ReplyDeleteline 22("...the less we see"),, this is not a true statement...
ReplyDeleteWonderful thoughts, Jae! :)
ReplyDeleteLovely.
ReplyDeletenothing let to be. wow powerful piece this poem.
ReplyDeletewonderful work as always Jae you are a powerful talented writer/poet
Beautiful. Loved the line,"You don't hear time eat through me"
ReplyDeleteAlways so much going on in your stories Jae. Is she a prisioner? Is she hiding from the world? There's a strong sense of self in here: "The place where I stayed/Where I live/
ReplyDeleteWhere I am". Wonderful stuff!
How deep can we go? I Googled Mr. Orinda and found from the Kenyan parliamentary reports "...Mr. Orinda left Naivasha with nothing, not his children , not even his clothes. He left without anything." (later) "Mr. Orinda even married a young wife....we can pick up the pieces and move on"
ReplyDeleteDespite the despair in your work I always look for a a glimmer of hope. I found it but it was hard!
falling through a pack of cards, watch the house fall down, how do you come up with these lines? pure brilliance.
ReplyDeleteThanks for making me think.
ReplyDeleteLike Old Egg, I found the despair somewhat less despairing. So like Robert the Bruce's spider - try, try, try again. Complex but compelling writing Jae.
ReplyDeleteI don't find it depressing. I think it's realistic.
ReplyDeletelove the way you think
ReplyDeletecheers.
winsome piece.
This has a great sense of flow to it.
ReplyDeletePlease come check out my three words.
Hmm will the pop-up window work!
ReplyDeleteA-Ha - Thank you Laurie for your pop-up window advice..sorry to everyone who has been kind enough to visit that I haven't been able to leave individual replies or comments this week..I greatly appreciate your visits and hope to see you soon..Jae
ReplyDeleteBlogger finally let me in - I had to sign out and sign back in. Don't have a clue what that means but whatever :)
ReplyDeleteascend evolve adapt try -
Watch me, watch me...
you hide layers within layers or just play with the words to confuse us - I am never quite sure. I felt like I fell through the looking glass with you here, going to the mountaintop and then falling as the house comes down, do it again and again...I believe.
Move along, nothing to see.
Plenty to read though :)
Thanks Dee..it's all a bit of a tumble in Jae world..at least can now leave comments on blogger though! Jae
ReplyDeleteYou have left me a bit speechless with your beautifully wtiiten heart in words...
ReplyDeleteJae, the way you weave poetry is magic. Scary, visceral, beautiful as broken Tiffany. I am speechless. And you know that's a big thing for me to say. Amy
ReplyDeletehttp://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/05/31/twofer-limerick-and-love-poem/
Broken Tiffany - not sure Jae's that classy..more broken pop bottles! thank you ;)
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