Monday, 31 December 2012

Red


I stand in the kitchen
With my eyes
Shut
In my place
But not
In my place
I have run out of soldier's blood
It drips
Red
To the end
Of my finger
Tips
I clean
Up
Up
I clean
To reclaim
What is
Loss
Empty
Powder
Dust
Mine
Stomach blown
Eyes
Full
drip drip drip
Possibility
Bed
No phone
End of sheet
Red
Possibility
I keep one week
One week of red
Not to stand up
Up
To
You
But quietly
Shh
For me
I write our prayer in pencil
For you
Dry
Run out
Red
Like
Old blood
Strong blood
Soldier blood
Our blood.                    
Posted by at
Labels:

14 comments:

  1. Unknown31 December 2012 at 08:10

    Bold. Stark. Linear. Sad. Strong. Direct.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Jae Rose1 January 2013 at 06:51

      Thank. You. Kim.

      And happy new year. i hope thirteen is a good scribbling year..a good life year even..

      Delete
  2. Mary31 December 2012 at 12:17

    A prayer written in pencil is good, I think, as it can be changed as the situation warrants.

    But I get a bit queasy at the sight of blood.

    Happy New Year to you, Jae.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Jae Rose1 January 2013 at 06:53

      Thank you Mary..wishing you a good year also. Pencil is very satisfying..always makes me think of Lilibeth's site..(Why Use Pen)..as for blood..maybe it's best to stick to red colouring pencils.. x

      Delete
  3. Anonymous31 December 2012 at 12:56

    Hang in there Miss Jae, your daggers are getting thinner and my ink blot is getting fatter, both mean the same destructive thing, but maybe we can hang in, tune in, there are so many behind us, if we can’t ride well-wishers’ waves, maybe we can ride some kind of universal waves to an alright shore if not a bright one…

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Jae Rose1 January 2013 at 06:54

      An alright shore is a steadier shore than a bright one..longer lasting..holding your hand and docking there with you..if only for a minute..we must always hang on..we must we must.. x

      Delete
  4. Old Egg31 December 2012 at 13:00

    Now this is a different style of writing for you. You open your heart and hurt and longing burst forth. There is so much love exposed.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Jae Rose1 January 2013 at 06:57

      Thank you OldEgg..i am glad you feel love tangled up in here..i guess it is in there..buried deep..deeper than shovel and elbow grease deep...happy another year of scribbling to you..

      Delete
  5. Berowne31 December 2012 at 13:35

    After that, what is there to wish for but an unstaunched new year...

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Jae Rose1 January 2013 at 06:58

      Thank you Berowne..hopefully a steady flow of words will pour out of 2013..and more quizzes..

      Delete
  6. Belva Rae Staples1 January 2013 at 13:18

    I like the prayer pencil. I could use one. Happy New Year, Jae! May it be a blessed year for you.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Jae Rose2 January 2013 at 06:05

      Happy new year to you too Belva..the prayer pencil was in the church..maybe they are waiting to be found..

      Delete
  7. Abigail Bunting1 January 2013 at 15:14

    Cleansing, possibility, resting. Perhaps the old red of an old year is bleeding away to make room for the new red of a new year?

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Jae Rose2 January 2013 at 06:05

      That is a cheering thought..thank you very much Abigail..

      Delete

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)