I am reading but the pages aren’t moving forward.
The story is stuck.
The pieces muddled up.
No plot to follow.
No path to take.
Filing in lines to the same conclusions.
Different endings.
My head spins but is still
My body warming
Pulse speeding and falling with every step
I admire.
The woman who can lie on her bed.
Who can still see the clouds.
I flick the pages to cool myself.
My eyes see the room
bed mirror sink desk cupboard
dirty blue and white
no clouds.
I flick the book.
Like I am not sure what it is.
As the pages move
The words disappear.
The paper is deliciously empty.
Maybe. Maybe.
I can begin to write my self.
26 comments:
The paper is deliciously empty. Maybe. Maybe. I can begin to write my self ... yes Jae,yes!
Gutwrenching and brilliantly told, as always x
Thank you Deborah..Jae
I can read an excellent book when you fill the empty pages with excellent writes!! As of now I admire the way you have pieced a jig-saw puzzle, and I followed suit!!
what fun way to begin to write your own books.
I love the last line and its clever play on words... you will right yourself as you write, right?
I think the pages of YOUR book will begin moving forward again soon. And, yes, you definite CAN write 'your self.'
Yet, I can see your clouds without even looking out the window, because you wrote them.
And write you will, no doubt - brilliantly as always.
The pages are deliciously empty so that you may put down the book whose words have all merged into one pulp of mess, and begin your own blank pages, one word at a time. The journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step (Lao Tzu) and so if the pages are blurred, then leave them and write your own.
I too, can see clouds through your words Jae. You have a writers heart and soul, a God given gift. I also read this too:
'Your talent is God's gift to you. What you do with it is your gift back to God.' ~Leo Buscaglia
Keep using yours because one day (I feel sure) it is going to help others in your same situation.
Wherever we are, whatever we do, we can always write our own story on a blank page, seeing and laughing, touching and loving, knowing that all the hurt is but cobwebs that will soon be swept away. Your gift of writing in such a wonderful way is proof of this. These are hopeful and positive words you have written.
It's funny how words seem to have a life of their own. Perhaps we can never 'own' the words that we write. Maybe we have to give them away, or let them have their own way?
Phew, you've got me thinking now!
your poem is deliciously full and deep.
i imagine a woman wondering and believing
attempting to grasp the self she knows.
excellent writing
jae, you have done well here and your poem is worth a thumbs up. More than that, probably, if I knew you.
Go ahead. Writing your own book is like a dream come true. Isn’t it?:)
Thank you Nanka..
Thank you Morning..
Right indeed Laurie..
Thank you so Mary..
Thanks Alice..a touch of Suzie's optimism..
Thank you Altonian..
Thank you DayDreamer..wonderful comment and quotes..
A small glimpse of hope..thanks Old Egg..let's hope it lasts until Sunday Scribblings..
I think it's true Andy once you share a clump of words it takes on different meanings..
Thank you very much Shauna..I love that you see a woman..in an environment where we are all 'girls'..
A thumbs up and the smile in your pic is great thanks Christopher..
I hope Tarang..
Thank you
Jae
Hey Jae.
Deliciously empty!!! such a wonderful thought... This piece reminds me of the time I had a creative block.... Good one...
Thanks Medhini..Jae
This reads so much like the experience of writing a book until the end when it's clear it's about writing a life, too. Maybe they're not as different as we would like to think.
That's a comforting thought Ann..many thanks..Jae
and what a book it will be...you are such a giving person, sharing so much of yourself through your writing. You shine.
empty pages are like a canvass, how you choice to paint it with words-with life, is on the tip of your mind...go for it!
As do you..thanks Dee..
I will give it a try..that's for sure..thanks Christine..
Jae ;)
Oh yes, Jae! Those last three lines tell an entire story, empower the storyteller.
The tone and cadence of this piece are distinctly different from previous work. Change is opening doors, and so much potential is being revealed. Wonderful.
Thank you Kim..using the wedge to leave the door ajar..not block it shut..Jae
even if our pages are full of prior knowledge perhaps we can be palimpsests and write across and anew =)
palimpsests..wonderful word..thanks Lucy..Jae :)
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