Wednesday, 27 March 2013

Kick


My face
My face
Reflects
The
Yellow
Not
Time
Not
Nicotine
Small
Powder
Kicks
tick tick ticking
Work around the blood
Clock work
Clock stopped
Time
A lame kind of trick
trick trick tricky
Where exactly is the tea and cake
Demands Alice
She is getting
Restless
Restless
Stamps
Her tiny little feet
Tersely
Her red patent shoes
Scuffed
Messy
Not quite
Ruined
Worn through
Wearing through
We are playing the game
Right
Co-operate
Disconnect
Stop
Being
Shh
But I have a plan
A simple plan
Held safe in my pocket
Held safe
You see
Like Alice
Is
j
That is how
I hold
My
Self
Safe
It has always been
It will always be

My face
My face
Reflects
The
Yellow
Not
Time
Not
Nicotine
Small
Powder
Kicks
tick tick ticking
Work around the blood
Clock work
Clock work

Time
Will strike
When
Hand reaches pocket
Alice and I will sing
Will sing
We are safe
We are safe
We are one
We are all
We are.
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26 comments:

  1. Laurie Kolp27 March 2013 at 06:56

    Stay safe!

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  2. April27 March 2013 at 08:29

    I wish I knew what the powder was or referred to... oh how many times i am like the impatient Alice of your poem wondering exactly when my tea and cake will come. I especially like your last stanza-- it reminds me of the hope of heaven i hold in the "pocket" of soul to assure me one day we will all be safe indeed. thank you for your poem

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    1. Jae Rose27 March 2013 at 09:04

      Thank you Aprilific..a pocket can hold the heaven each of us needs..pockets and heavens are good like that ;)

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  3. Sheilagh Lee27 March 2013 at 08:44

    Here's to you and Alice feeling safe and singing.Hugs

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  4. Unknown27 March 2013 at 10:14

    Safety... real safety. I hope so!
    Literarily, this is a great piece, J. The repetitions come at just the right time. The long, lean construction givres each word more weight. May be time to consider a book...

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    1. Jae Rose27 March 2013 at 12:13

      Thanks Kim..I can barely read a book at the moment..although do have a lot of hours minutes and seconds to fill..thank you ;)

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  5. Ellecee27 March 2013 at 10:48

    Our faces do reflect what is happening to us but not everyone can read faces,,or decipher our poetry,,,or, or,,but we can read the yearning,,,so we wish you and Alice the safety you seek,,a good end in your sights,,,

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    1. Jae Rose27 March 2013 at 12:15

      Thank you Ellecee..very true..faces are not like clock faces..no logic..no real symmetry given that the hands move..ticking yearning still applies..thank you for your wishes..

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  6. Josie Two Shoes27 March 2013 at 11:43

    The human spirit is resilient! Good for you for finding a way to cope with the situation, and play the required games successfully. I remember doing much the same once long ago. XOXO

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    1. Jae Rose27 March 2013 at 12:16

      We all must..the important thing is to put on a helmet and stay in the game..however defeated you feel inside (greatly at present)..thank you Josie..

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  7. Alice Audrey27 March 2013 at 13:00

    I'm with Alice. Isn't it tea time yet?

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  8. Old Egg27 March 2013 at 15:34

    Wherever you are you can still inhabit that secret world that very few can enter. While you have that, J and Alice are safe, loved and unconquerable.

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    1. Jae Rose28 March 2013 at 02:46

      Thank you OldEgg..the walls keeping us in our secret world seem flimsy at the moment..threatened..

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  9. Ann (bunnygirl)27 March 2013 at 16:21

    Time is remorseless but you are strong in spirit. Stay safe and true to yourself because only you can live your life.

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    1. Jae Rose28 March 2013 at 02:46

      Yes..thank you Ann..i would like the day when i do start living it..not surviving it..

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  10. Anonymous27 March 2013 at 17:58

    that is how i hold myself safe ahhh yes. the restlessness, the pent up want. adore this poem and your fascination with alice
    as i can easily relate to.

    brava, jae.

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    1. Jae Rose28 March 2013 at 02:47

      Thank you sweetly Paige..she is a wilful and admirable girl..

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  11. rallentanda27 March 2013 at 18:30

    Aha...a little secret plan in invisible ink hidden in your little secret pocket. That's the ticket amigo. Ehhhh Cisco!!!!!!

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  12. Mary28 March 2013 at 06:46

    I too like very much the repetitions in this poem. As Kim said, it is a great piece, Jae. I love the last stanza especially. So well crafted. I will 'sing' along with you here. (And yes, stay safe!)

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    1. Jae Rose29 March 2013 at 03:33

      Thank you very much Mary.. and for singing with us x

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  13. annell430 March 2013 at 08:41

    Yes, you have done it again! Loved this piece!

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  14. Anonymous2 April 2013 at 13:34

    Jae, you and Alice and her red shoes... there WILL come a time. I promise.

    Your use of nicotine and color in this piece, striking. The repetitions with subtle changes, so effective. BRAVA! Amy

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