The pipes in the dead house rattle
A laugh rumbling through the splinter bed
Shut up
Let me dream the right words
Find the border between awake
And alive
The road in the floor sinks under
Free fall plight
Echoing
Empty
No forces or foot soldiers
Standing behind with shot guns
Ready to fight
For me
With me
Apples on heads
Bullets of breath
Trouncing me
Taking me down
In sight
Out of sight
Standard issue fatigue
Fatigue
So tired
Shut up
Let me dream the right words
I can learn to hold you right
Right
Love
Pulls like silver heavy in my eye
Life inside windows
Behind doors
Strangers who raised hell inside me
On me
Burnt fire into my skin
Shut up
Let me dream the right words
Alice are you there
This dark is like molasses
A sweet crisis we could gobble up together
On a pretty picnic blanket
Thankful hit penny drop fix
Dependable as gravity
I want this place to end now
Shut up
Let me dream the right words
Hurry down blue sky
Silver ladder
Pink balloon
Golden car
Soft boots
Shiny key
Green bus
Orange light
Shovel through the rubble
Of this war
Collect your heart in a jar
Stitch your soul back on departure
Run Alice
We must run
And never look back.
Yes, I like the desire to "dream the right words." And "never look back."
ReplyDeleteA good philosophy - although sometimes hard to stick to - thank you Annell..happy Sunday x
Delete"Stitch your soul back on departure" - love this sentence. Sometimes it takes leaving in order to get ourselves back together.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely so..thank you Robyn..
DeleteI love the use of repetition: "Let me dream the right words." So many spectacular lines. Well done!!!
ReplyDeleteThanks very much Marianne
DeleteBold desire to get everything right: the words, the love... ~ to fully express ourselves ~ love your creativity, Joe xx
ReplyDeleteThank you very much humbird
DeleteYou are a force to be reckoned with, my dear. I wish you could join my poetry group so we could meet.
ReplyDeleteThank you so Cheryl..where do you live..Alice and me can bring cake..as it is our little poetry group here is a force in itself :)
DeleteI live in Bellingham, WA
DeleteWe must run
ReplyDeleteAnd never look back.
There're lots to do and accomplish. One just cannot be unnecessarily held back by distractions to thwart the efforts. Truly said Jae! Great write!
Hank
No though sometimes the forces holding us back are frankly dim witted..thank you Hank..
DeleteWow, Jae, this is excellent. But I must say this part struck a point with me; "Let me dream the right words", how often I feel that way, for one reason or another.
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Thank you Pamela..do you ever wake up feeling you dreamt it..but somehow it has disappeared before you are awake enough to get a pencil..or realise that what you thought was profound turns out to be a reminder to put cheese on the shopping list
DeleteWhat a universal wish, methinks, to dream the right words! I loved this!
ReplyDeleteMaybe so..thank you WabiSabi
DeleteThis is trippy!
ReplyDeleteTriptastic..thanks Irene
Deletethere is magic here...Let me dream the right words
ReplyDeleteFind the border between awake
And alive. I hope the magic takes you high and far :)
Far would be better than high right now..thank you Dee :)
DeleteI so hope you will soon be able to run, get on that bus, and never look back. May you always dream the right words.
ReplyDeleteThank you Ann..it can't come quick enough..
Delete"Shovel through the rubble" and "Let me dream the right words". How well you have encapsulated life so well not only for you but for everyone in these phrases. You write so well despite being in the attic Jae.
ReplyDeleteThank you Old Egg..bloody attic..wish it would get swept away in a tornado..always glad to share a shovel with friends..
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