Wednesday, 7 September 2011

White and Gold

The white and gold sing. The light behind them spilling onto my knees as I observe a silence. Watch the water pour upon your head. Watch your lips change. Not smile. Just change. It is funny. How my heart is still. How it catches me up at 3am then leaves me in peace. To gather the pieces. To gather the pieces. To dull the purple in my foot. The red and yellow. So much time gone. I disappeared amidst it. Not quite eroded. Not quite gone. And I am tired. So very tired. But soon. Very soon. Maybe the white and gold will be in my fingers. Fingers bent and crooked from rust. St Peter will come. Take my hand and pour cool water over my hair. My temples. And the familiar smell. The familiar ooze. The dust. The powder. Will be left aside. For a short time. For a moment. I fill myself up with white and gold. Gather as much light as I can to move me from this seat. I will trust myself. I will trust myself. Like Simon Peter. I will fish inside. For the pieces left. The pieces left. Are they the light that fall upon my knees. White and Gold. Quietly singing. Remembering my voice.
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  1. gautami tripathy7 September 2011 at 09:15

    Such a poetic prose. Loved it...

    hitching a ride in rusted trails

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  2. Daydreamertoo7 September 2011 at 09:19

    A prayer, a wish, a desire, a want, a need ... for peace. So deep and once again, lovely.

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  3. Jae Rose7 September 2011 at 10:28

    Thank you Gautami..

    Thank you Daydreamer..it is a kind of prayer I think..

    jae

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  4. Shauna7 September 2011 at 10:33

    so beautiful " I will fish inside myself"...
    adore those words - and I need those words.
    Jae, there is such a strong ethereal spiritual
    quality to your poetry, that is like a prayer.

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  5. Jae Rose7 September 2011 at 10:45

    Thank you Shauna..I'm carrying a pink balloon from your piece..ready to pop it and enjoy the bang..Jae

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  6. Daydreamertoo7 September 2011 at 10:55

    RYN: Quietly nods in agreement

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  7. Sheilagh Lee7 September 2011 at 11:32

    lovely prayer for peace I hope she finds it.to find what she needs inside herself.

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  8. laurie kolp7 September 2011 at 11:59

    Such powerful emotions... love the hopeful ending.

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  9. Unknown7 September 2011 at 11:59

    These words sing, Jae:

    "I will trust myself. I will trust myself. Like Simon Peter. I will fish inside. For the pieces left. The pieces left. Are they the light that fall upon my knees. White and Gold. Quietly singing. Remembering my voice."

    These are the words of healing and hope and life. These words, they are wondrous!

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  10. andy sewina7 September 2011 at 15:50

    Thank you, I enjoyed reading this.

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  11. Old Egg7 September 2011 at 16:27

    I loved the way the prompt words were so seamlessly included in this beautiful contemplative writing. I am sure there are many pieces left for your character to build on and rejoice in her hope for the future. I am really impressed with this one.

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  12. Mary7 September 2011 at 16:53

    Powerful, beautiful, moving once again. It is important to remember one's voice...to proclaim it!

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  13. Dee Martin7 September 2011 at 19:05

    Holding on to that voice and that light that shines and sparkles off internal fish and nearly blinds the reader. Holding on.

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  14. rallentanda7 September 2011 at 21:04

    This is my favourite so far. A soft beautiful pot pourri burst of white powder glittered with gold.Loved it.

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  15. Ramesh Sood8 September 2011 at 04:26

    Very beautiful.. Jae ho!

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  16. annell48 September 2011 at 06:02

    All is beautiful, white and gold! You are a very "brave and strong woman," a maiden running through the forest. I remember when these words were given to me, when I didn't feel that way at all. I give them to you, I hope you will put them with the other pieces that are you.

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  17. Jae Rose8 September 2011 at 09:01

    A nod back Daydreamer..

    Thank you Sheilagh..

    Thanks very much Laurie..

    I'm glad..thank you Kim..

    Thanks Andy..

    Thanks OldEgg..means a lot..

    Start with a little whisper and then work up..thanks Mary..

    Holding on with you..thanks Dee..

    Thank you Rallentanda..pot pourri..love that!

    Thank you Ramesh.. :)

    I will make a big blanket of them Annell..maybe lay it out for a picnic with you in the New Mexico sunshine..

    Jae

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  18. Alice Audrey8 September 2011 at 10:47

    I love the intensity of the repeated phrases. I definitely feel the prayer behind it.

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  19. Linda Jacobs8 September 2011 at 14:29

    I like the hope in this poem. The colors say so much. I first read it yesterday while in Best Buy and my husband was arguing with a salesman. It calmed me right down. Thanks!

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  20. Berowne9 September 2011 at 06:22

    Beautifully creative and meaningful writing...

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  21. Jae Rose9 September 2011 at 09:22

    Thank you Alice..glad you did..

    That's funny Linda..I can picture the scene beautifully..Jae feels right at home in superstores..

    Thank you very much Berowne..

    Jae

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  22. Nanka9 September 2011 at 10:52

    An undercurrent of sadness and discontent ending in hope for the future!! Her silent meditative prayer is for improvement of her situation is what I see here!!

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  23. Jae Rose10 September 2011 at 05:22

    Thank you Nanka..Jae :)

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  24. linda may11 September 2011 at 00:53

    I can imagine this as lyrics put to music.

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  25. Jae Rose11 September 2011 at 02:54

    Thank you Linda..I wonder what tune..something bluesy maybe..Jae :)

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