I climb my way up the powder mountain
A zenith of being
Swallowed down in the hut
By the Pitch and Putt
Which is closed
Bad weather
I stand in the puddle
Next to the spent condom and soiled paper
The rain pours
Like a metronome
whattodowhattodo
Tick Toc time passes by
Passes me by
I hold onto its coat tails
Like chasing rabbit’s soft and dusty tail
Knowing no hole is big enough to fall down
Knowing no mirror is warped enough to make this look ok
I see what is real
In people’s eyes
In their hands holding their children a little tighter
I turn my back
Nothing matters but this
This tiny moment of being
I try to sit
But my limbs shake and wriggle
Like naughty children sitting through prayers
Words that make no sense but somehow fill your pockets
Make your feet drag
Your head sink
Your being drown
Sunken by the pouring rain
I look for things
A plan
But there is no tactic
All I know is this
I stand rooted to the hut
Stuck in bad weather
17 comments:
It's snowing here. I do love how you can take nothing and make so much from it all. It paints such fabulous pictures Jae.
Bad weather, or not.
There is so much depth in your writing, Jae.
oh this is so sad Jae.It made me cry for that person.
I can start reading this at any point and have it be miraculous.
Such wonderfully vivid imagery. Excellent, of course.
- Alice
Humans are quite cruel whereas animals don't judge by appearances but accept and give love unconditionally. I can remember at school being told not to overdo the metaphors and similes in writing but in your work they are triumph.
I love how you do your poems. Free flowing but they make sense.
Jae~
I've participated in hundreds of groups whose goal is to guide addicts, alcoholics and those with SMIs to health and sobriety. Your poem elicits exactly the image and emotion I've heard described again and again. You are brilliant at pulling the plug on propriety while convincing the reader they're in the midst of a fairy tale. Layered, intense and skillful... you and the poem.
Maybe everything is about nothing..and that in itself is something..thank you DayDreamer..
Thank you Laurie..
Not for long I hope..thanks Sheilagh..
Thanks Ben..
Thank you Alice..of course ;)
Thanks Old Egg..I don't think we even got taught those things at school..the only word that remains from English lessons is juxtaposed..if you squeezed that into a 100 word essay you were guaranteed an A..
Thanks Angel..maybe one day they will make sense to me too! ;)
Thanks Kim..it's so hard to want to leave the fairy tale..mind you intense is good to read and leave..not live around..thank you.. :)
Jae
This made me feel wet and soggy and sad. Good write.
It is all Ok to read this and sit in awe with the intensity with which it is weaved..but then I often wonder Jae... how do you create such magic which at first look appears abstract but then we know it is not..indeed wonderful..love it..
Thanks Tigerbrite..hope you came out of the rain..
Thank you Ramesh - i don't know.. :)
Jae
Jaerose, you tap into our emotions every week.
I wish you sunshine.
I know how you feel. I've been standing in the rain for some time now. The umbrella is within reach. I don't seem to have the energy to take it.
Thank you Mary A..
I know Monica..so hard to put up that shelter..and take down a wall..best to you..
Jae
For each of us, Jae, nothing matters but that one tiny moment of being. Hard sometimes, however, to make something good of that moment. And, at the moment, THIS moment in time, I also feel stuck in bad weather; and it stinks!
Yes it does Mary..extending a virtual hand to you and Jae x
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