The silver threads hang from the camera
Security
Cold
Hard
There
I look up
At myself in the mirror
It is not my mirror
Not like Alice
Alice chases me through the tunnels
Past the box
Where there is a machine to start your heart
My heart
I think
My heart has gone
There are no vital signs
Yet every sign is vital
Like the dog shit on the don’t dog shit sign
Like my old name on the painting
I receive a call
Back from the beige place
Two people jumped
One broken leg
One spilt bag of pills
My home
The one that slipped away
Cold
Hard
The fairy tale
In the back of my head
No powder or bench brings it back to me
I keep home
Wrapped up
The blue coat
The scarf
The smell of me
Tied up in a shopping bag
It is a flimsy defence
Like the camera
The one which does not see inside of me
The camera which captures me
Cold
Hard
Security
The silver threads my hair dangling from the tower
A tower which I cannot jump from.
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I like the idea of keeping home wrapped up - the blue coat, scarf. Home is still there; somewhere out of reach of security. Another strong write!
Thank you Mary..Jae :)
Reading and rereading trying to pick just one line that sums this up for me but they're all far too good.
I really love this one, Jae. It's so vivid...
Grow your hair longer Rapunzel and I will climb up to rescue you. The camera catches nothing it is but a blink of the eyelid. Your writing is not cold or hard but full of all the emotions stabbing me through the heart and it hurts so much.
ah but in fairy tales we all live happily ever after...in the meantime, there are dragons to slay and wicked wizards to outsmart. (and antibiotics to take...the magic potion is starting to work - I am feeling better.) May e like Alice you will swallow the potion in the bottle that says "drink me" and you will grow tall enough to climb out.
I remember the blue coat from posts past! Unrelenting and beautiful as always Jae. The all-knowing eye/camera unnerves me too.
Kate, I, too, found the blue coat jumping out at me. Jae, you are back in that self-deprecating, enigmatic voice. The powder, the dog shit (not sure I'm with you on comparing the Dog Shit sign to the painting with your old name on it - would like to at least see it first!). Please know these next weeks and months are difficult for all of us in "that place." Much love and a hug, Amy
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Thank you Ben..
Thank you Irendi..
Thank you Old Egg..maybe long hair can be a parachute too..
A magic potion would be good..thanks Dee..glad you are feeling better..
Thanks Kate..and for remembering the blue coat..
Thank you Amy..the painting was good..the name not..I am sure in Medieval times they painted with many a foul substance..maybe best not to go there..thank you..
Jae
Jae- There are no vital signs yet every sign is vital... WOW! I love this one. Hang in there.
just keep on'a holding on...
Nice lines :) My first visit here, would like to come to read more. :)
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I'll take the fairytale any day. Who says they don't come true? I can tell you one thing for certain: your heart is not gone, my friend.
I started my poem with, Fairy Tales are for the weak, then I changed it, any fairy tale, the dream we hope for, is not for the weak, that dream that we keep in the back of our head is real and relevant.
reminds me of the song "Go Ask Alice"
Harsh and angular - so like a security tower.
Thank you all..hello and thanks from the top of the tower..it's windy up here..Jae ;)
Better to be at the top of the tower than at the bottom and have to climb it all again. At the top you are in fresh air and can clearly see for miles far more than those at the bottom. The camera captures what is there but cannot steal the essence. (Strange how in the old days Native Americans and other such Aboriginal peoples used to think that having their picture taken would steal their souls)
Keep deep breathing in the that good air Jae. ;)
I like the view from the top of the tower, Jae. It opens up the vistas and my vision for myself, my future, my life. I really like the scene you set as Alice chases the main character through the room where resuscitation, renewal, rebirth can take place. Your imagery is spot on today!
Thank you Daydreamer and Kim..maybe if someone who loves you takes your picture it gives you back your soul..yes..Alice had a sprint on didn't she..thank you..Jae
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