There are chalk marks on the sidewalk
Blue crayon houses
Pink candy sky
There are ink marks on the building blocks
Houses
Crescent moon
And an SOS
There is a chalk man on the bench
Wearing a bowler hat
I wish I could save the pictures
To remember the map
The signs
Which have navigated me to into the lap of
One more day
One more day
There is a key on the wall
Not in the hands of Saint Peter
I do not pick it up
I leave it on top of a crinkled piece of paper
For the next person to scribble an SOS
Like a prayer board
Paper
Marks on paper
Thick black lines
Tiny and shouting
That is the answer
It has always been there
I have left only one demand
Take me back safely
To the firm black walls
The pink candy sky
The thick beige
Comfort of home.
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Jae, so glad to hear it is your last day; and tomorrow you will be able to enjoy once more 'the thick beige comfort of home' and someone else will inhabit this room which has, however awful, inspired so much poetry!
That is the answer... It has always been there...
Truth in two brief lines. The answer has alway been within your reach, and now you have the abilities to see it and take hold. You are in a good place, inside of yourself. Now you are ready for the good place beyond Room 23. You are ready for the thick beige comfort of home! Yippee!!
That is why they call it Home Sweet Home. Cheers.
It's true, Jae Rose, you've proved it again and again: you can write!
so watcha gunna do now
flop into a big beige blancmange dangle your feet over the edge wiggle your toes
thread tiny tinsel
through your big hair
sit on a cushion
and sew a fine seam
and feed upon strawberries
sugar and cream
dozing quietly
with a couple of marmalade
furry beasts:)
Thank goodness. You can grab the world by its ears and shout out: 'Hey world, I'm here"
Be at peace Jae, most of all keep writing your fabulous thoughts. It is this writing that (I think) has gone a long way to holding onto your sanity in the insane world and restrictions of room 23.
I'm so glad you will leave something of you behind for the next person who occupies that room. I hope, you leave behind a little bit of hope for them.
Go back into the world again having endured all that you have and really begin to live once more Jae. It's your life, you have the steering wheel and can steer in whatever direction you wish to go.
Good luck Jae, may you be blessed and keep writing. We will all be waiting eagerly to hear of your new adventures.
Best wishes for your return home. Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of your life xx
You sound like someone for whom the worst is over. I hope so.
you've found it the key to the comfort of home now you can move on. This is such a heart stirring piece.all of them are I hope you take all these Wednesday posts and publish them or send them to a publisher they are incredible and reach into a person much like the greats of Keats Burns, Emerson and other poets.
I love 'seeing' you so excited... so full of hope. Best wishes to you on your homecoming, Jae!
I hope by the time you read this you are on the way home to that glorious thick beige comfort of home. I wonder whether your writing will change now or will you continue to dazzle us with a kaleidoscope of emotions. Surprise us!
This is a beautiful piece, especially since it's your last day! Good-bye to Room 23!
Gorgeous and yearning. I can see
the blueblue sky and the safety
beyond.
I like the thick, beige comfort of home. It's enough to give me a taste for beige.
I hope you are at home now with a nice hot cup of tea and thousands of poems in your heart.
Jae, I've been on hiatus the last few months, and have missed reading your poems. Powerful, moving, strangely unsettling--keep it up!
Your last day... and always your first day. We always get a chance to try again. I have thought of you all day.
This morning I awake to snow and maybe you do too. Snow has such transformative power. I hope to put the package in the post today. xoxoxoxoxox
love the rhythm of the poem - and the language in the first half was particularly beautiful.
Thank you all so much for your thoughts and encouragement..I am gathering them in my treasure bag..to be savoured over..once the laundry mountain is scaled..the beige place feels very comfy right now..tea..jam..(clean) big hair..quiet chuckles..no keys..no patient number..and no room 23..yay!
I will be sure to visit you all..once the socks are ironed..
thankyouthankyou
Jae x
Came back to see if you had been 'here' at all. Let you know as thinking about you and wondering how you are.
So pleased to see you are home now and that being home feels so good, big hair an all ;)
Ironing socks, blimmey! I forgot where my iron is!! Haha
Tsk..Daydreamer..I'd forgotten how to use an iron! Jae x
"The signs which have navigated me into the lap of...
One more day" I liked it. Nice piece of writing:)
Thanks Tarang.. Jae
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