Wednesday, 29 June 2011

The Story at Her Feet

It is this place inside. The one with the candles. That pins the prayer card to the wall. Crust of blood by crust of blood I am glued together. The milk in the grocery bag bumps my leg. I sit and watch her. The flame is not safe by her feet. It may catch the flowers alight. But it is not a place where you can change the order of divinity. You must sit if not transfixed inert. You must not question the order of silence. There is so much that I don’t remember and too much that I do. Missing chunks of time that I no longer own but which possess me. Walking from the garage to the house with a little radio. Rubbing my knuckles on the wall. Wishing I could live in the tyres and the smell of petrol. There has always been fire in this story. Crust of blood by crust of blood I am glued together. The flesh of my time sits in a file of letters waiting to be turned to ash. Ash that I will mix with stoup water and pass over my head. A new powder to drip through my hair fall on the page mix with ink become the story at her feet.
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  1. Linda Jacobs29 June 2011 at 05:18

    The repeated "crust" line is so powerful! And I love the image of the ash mixing with ink becoming her story! As always, your words forced me to slow down and savor every line.

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  2. Jae Rose29 June 2011 at 05:36

    Thank you Linda...very kind..Jae

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  3. glnroz29 June 2011 at 06:38

    to unravel,,,would that weaken the lanyard?,,still the mystery of where the words come from,,,

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  4. Unknown29 June 2011 at 07:22

    Right in the middle lies the crux... "There is so much that I don’t remember and too much that I do. Missing chunks of time that I no longer own but which possess me."

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  5. Anonymous29 June 2011 at 08:49

    Absolutely love every single line. It is great. Thank you. My 3WW: http://verseinanutshell.wordpress.com/2011/06/29/next/

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  6. Sheilagh Lee29 June 2011 at 10:05

    Sheilagh Lee said: Your imagery is so spectacular, you string it all together like beautiful prose.Amazing as always your work leaves me thinking I have read a master of writing.

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  7. Alice Audrey29 June 2011 at 10:54

    Well, they do say all you have to do to be an author is open a vein.

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  8. Jae Rose29 June 2011 at 10:59

    Or get stronger maybe Glenn? Like ropes..you have to take away the frayed thread and start plaiting again..

    Well spotted (as always) Thanks Kim..

    Thank you 'verseinanutshell'

    An apprentice maybe..thank you Sheilagh..

    I hadn't heard that one Alice..maybe we can start with opening up a Bic Biro? ;)

    Jae

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  9. laurie kolp29 June 2011 at 11:02

    Jaerose~ Many powerful lines and strong images. I especially like:

    You must not question the order of silence.

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  10. Jae Rose29 June 2011 at 11:09

    Thank you Laurie..I wonder if silent orders of monks and nuns do? If it's one of those things like 'I mustn't think about the chocolate in the fridge'..once you think it, it's there for good..

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  11. VL Sheridan29 June 2011 at 11:17

    "Ash that I will mix with stoup water and pass over my head. A new powder to drip through my hair fall on the page mix with ink become the story at her feet."

    This is such a powerful and moving image Jae, I can just see her baptizing herself and being reborn in her writing. Gorgeous, simply gorgeous.

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  12. Kwee Cats and Art29 June 2011 at 17:02

    Remembering too much, the flame not safe at her feet and the story being at her feet. A lot of images that will stay in my mind turning over in different layers. I really like all the layers you write in, by that I mean, all the different layers in your writing.

    Thank you. You always make me think, long after I've read what you wrote. I appreciate that.

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  13. Nara Malone29 June 2011 at 18:37

    "You must not question the order of silence. There is so much that I don’t remember and too much that I do. Missing chunks of time that I no longer own but which possess me." This part really spoke to me. I enjoy your poetry so much and I think I learn from each one I read.

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  14. Christine29 June 2011 at 20:36

    Love the repetition too, especially the meaning behind it.

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  15. Altonian30 June 2011 at 06:55

    I will not slavishly repeat what has already been said in the comments, but I agree with all of them. Let me say that I love and appreciate the block paragraph, prose style you are writing in now - it really suits what you have to say.
    Thanks for this great post.

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  16. annell430 June 2011 at 07:28

    It is like a sacred chant, or lament. Really beautiful, almost another time and place. Or, just the right place, seaside town, I love what you have written, still mysterious, as if you are trying to fill in the blanks, and yet only becomes more mysterious. Beautiful!

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  17. Jae Rose30 June 2011 at 09:28

    Thank you VL - baptism of fire ;)

    I appreciate your comments..thanks Kwee..

    That's very kind..thanks Nara..

    Thank you Christine..

    Thanks Altonian..I am enjoying the paragraph too..if nothing else it looks tidy..

    You found the town in me..thank you Annell ;)

    Jae

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  18. Michael Solender30 June 2011 at 17:30

    There is so much that I don’t remember and too much that I do..

    a well crafted line and compact and tight piece jr..nicely done

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  19. Jae Rose1 July 2011 at 03:39

    Thank you very much Michael..JR

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  20. Ren1 July 2011 at 09:24

    "Missing chunks of time that I no longer own but which possess me"

    That line is hitting me hard. I've been doing a lot of reflection lately and I've had to say out loud that I'm letting it go.

    Awesome piece of work as always. I'm going to start looking up new words in my thesaurus since I'm running out of compliments for you :)

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  21. Anonymous1 July 2011 at 21:01

    "Missing chunks of time I no longer own..." Another dark, uniquely disturbing piece from you. I, too, am running out of adjectives. You are what we call "a oner." No one else writes like Jae Rose. Love, Amy

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  22. Jae Rose2 July 2011 at 03:31

    Hi Ren - I am glad you are letting moments go..particularly with a little volume.. ;)

    Thank you Amy..let's hope there is only one of me out there!

    Jae

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  23. Ann (bunnygirl)2 July 2011 at 13:34

    I like the part about "missing chunks of time." I tend to be a bit obsessed about time and I find the missing pieces truly troubling.

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  24. Jae Rose3 July 2011 at 02:15

    They can be be can't they Ann..ten times worse than losing your keys..

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  25. Old Egg4 July 2011 at 19:58

    Everyone loves the way you write and praise you for your words and the imagery that strikes a chord with them. Am I the only one to want to hold your hand and whisper comforting words to you, to take away the pain and show you that life can be beautiful again?

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