I stopped and looked at the stars
The vapour trails cutting the moon
A white crescent
A flag of night resting in the morning sky
A final misplaced shine
I am cryptic
Like the moon in the morning
Like the welcome wreath on the security gate.
We are not at home.
It is windy now
On the bench
My hands shake around the little box of apple juice
I tie knots in the bags
Tight knots
I smile and think of the man emptying his bag on the horse
The statue that leads to the blue floor
The place that leads to the library
The time it takes to count and measure
By the side of his wallet rested a book
A Book of Knots
I wonder what secrets he ties up too
There is an unsteady calm
The powder balancing the paper charts
The letters and signs in room 23
A little hurt
A little help
Chasing the rabbit but not touching his tail
He might be cryptic too
But I understand him perfectly
As every jump lifts my head towards the moon.
24 comments:
the riddle is no more than part of the puzzle.
It's great to be with those who understand. I love this sign of hope, Jae:
As every jump lifts my head towards the moon.
Yes indeed Glenn..a jigsaw of j's..thank you..
Thanks Laurie..it took me a while to get to that line..maybe because it pulls against what I normally churn out..
Jae
Mysterious, those knots!! love the words flow...
I was reminded of Alice in wonderland reading this.I love this imagery and this one made me smile it was very hopeful.
And as with most puzzles in the end, they are usually (but not always) solved in time. Yes, this reminds me too of Alice in (your) not so Wonderland. Jae and J always cryptic but not unsolvable to those who care to try. :)
Fabulous Imagery, (again)
You have a wonderfully expressive gift, Jae the wordsmith. I am not usually fond of oxymorons but your "unsteady calm" was so typical of you telling us so much but not everything as we are seated on the roller-coaster with you, trying to fathom that book of knots. What a ride you take us on.
Cryptic, yet so clear. I love your imagery.
"I understand him perfectly,as every jump lifts
my head toward heaven". The moon, a Book of Knots and secrets. Your poem so satisfies my
whimsical cravings.
Beautifully written Jae.
I like the hint of hope at the end. I hope this means everything is looking up, and not just because of the rabbit.
Jae keep writing. You are deepening and lifting the deep toward us in a clear light
Thank you all..your comments made me smile..a little potion of understanding in this fairy tale of j..I appreciate your visits..for letting me glimpse the other side of the looking glass..Jae
Yes, this write seems different. I'm not sure of course, as of course you don't want me to be... but very nice work. You have touched his tail before, you know what you are after. And the moon looks over you. My heart is lightened to read your writing. Thank you Jae...
And thank you Annell..Jae
The moon, so enigmatic, but so vital! Like the white rabbit, it is always there. Enjoyed this piece, and thank you for the lovely comment you left on my blog!
Yes Jae, I am a bit late to be here... and you know what.. I find it different... aren't the knots opening up little be little.. I think so... and God bless.. untie them all..great work..
A little hurt... a little help... I am happy to see that some balance is being attained. Sooner, not later, the help will outweigh the hurt and then j can lift her face to the sun and smile. ;-)
'Every jump lifts my head towards the moon', a beautiful last sentence.
Go for it girl - keep jumping, higher and higher.
i feel like i can touch those knots.
you make them tactile things.
you take us there =).
Thank you Abigail..always a pleasure..
Thanks Ramesh..I can see you are good at untying knots..
The scales of healthiness perhaps..or getting on with it at least..thank you Kim..shall pack the sun in my little black bag..carry it with me..
Will try, thanks Altonian..
Thanks Lucy..Delivering you safely back to the beginning..
Jae
"Wringing her bones and using the juice as ink."
Shauna was right. An incredible blog. Glad Crinkled Dress brought me here. Can't wait to read more!
Thanks Ben - and for following! Jae
Beautiful writing Jae.:-)
I particularly loved...
"A white crescent
A flag of night resting in the morning sky
A final misplaced shine
I am cryptic
Like the moon in the morning"
x
Thank you Susannah..good to see you..as ever..Jae :)
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