Wednesday, 29 January 2014

Wheel

There are soldiers in the daisy wheels
The bell rings
Just as you lift me
Up
The bottle rattles to the floor
Wake up
WAKE UP
The doorway
Five minutes a 
Home
There is no place
Like
I try to pick it up
Make the most
You know
But the clang is final
Leaves
Me
Empty
Never enough
powder silver dust
Paper teardrop on the shelf
Candy heart in the fridge
Rotting
Insubstantial
It’s not what we need, you see
You disappear 
She comes
Tutting and strutting
Far from affable
I hit my head
Which one of you is actually here
Ah, silly
Nothing left to feel
The clothes are wet
They dry
Crusty
Sore
Galvanise around us like a white sheet
Bones soaked from the war inside
I move at angles
My range difficult
Crusty
Sore
A swift kick of a chair
No desire to get up 
From 
The 
Floor
Yesterday oozes out like a retreat of soldiers
I want 
I want
No 
Place
Like
We forget
We cry
Stuck in the smell and spin
Of the daisy wheel.



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  1. Mary29 January 2014 at 05:22

    Being stuck in the smell and spin of the daisy wheel sounds like a most uncomfortable place to be. I hope there is a way out.

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    1. Jae Rose29 January 2014 at 06:18

      I guess if you get in you can get out again..just need a stiff cup of tea..and a biscuit..thank you Mary

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  2. Laurie Kolp29 January 2014 at 06:02

    One of my favorites of yours, Jae!

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  3. Stormcat Poetry29 January 2014 at 06:13

    I can only hope that I never have to experience that kind of mind numbing torture.

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    1. Jae Rose29 January 2014 at 06:19

      It's not wall to wall fun granted..both numbing and annoyingly loud..thank you Stormcat..

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  4. Sheilagh Lee29 January 2014 at 07:41

    Stuck in the smell and spin of the daisy wheel sounds like a torture I'm sorry you've suffered like that I hope you find a way to get off that wheel.

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    1. Jae Rose29 January 2014 at 08:46

      We do and then we don't..I guess that's true of many things..thank you Sheilagh..

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  5. humbird29 January 2014 at 07:51

    'There are soldiers in the daisy wheels' ~ I love this image, so fresh' ,and new character in your poem 'My range difficult
    Crusty
    Sore
    A swift kick of a chair
    No desire to get up ' ~ and maybe hopefully he/she/both will get home...because 'no place like' ~ Nice

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    1. Jae Rose29 January 2014 at 08:49

      I think we'll know it when we get there..thank you kindly humbird..

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  6. Gabriella29 January 2014 at 08:09

    "Yesterday oozes out like a retreat of soldiers"- very powerful image Jae Rose! The discomfort of the situation is very tangible.

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  7. kaykuala29 January 2014 at 08:31

    Stuck in the daisy wheel where most are. At one end is the busy and productive and at the other those stuck in the rut! Both are busy with their own thing. Great one Jae!

    Hank

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  8. Sherry Blue Sky29 January 2014 at 10:03

    Yesterday oozes out like a retreat of soldiers - what a great line that is. This sounds painful. I love the daisy wheel image very much.

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    1. Jae Rose30 January 2014 at 02:34

      Thank you very much Sherry..not even sure what a daisy wheel is..just felt like one! .. maybe a cross between a Catherine wheel and a daisy chain..

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  9. Eileen T O'Neill .....29 January 2014 at 12:17

    Jae,

    You have told of a most horrible experience. One to be avoided, if lucky in life...

    Eileen

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    1. Jae Rose30 January 2014 at 02:35

      Thank you Eileen..yes..probably best avoided

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  10. Alice Audrey29 January 2014 at 12:59

    This actually like a relatively peaceful day. At least the soldiers retreat, rather than using the cover of night to bring white powder and puddles of black blood.

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    1. Jae Rose30 January 2014 at 02:36

      Good point Alice - no explosions or catastrophes..just soldiering on! Thank you kindly

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  11. revelations29 January 2014 at 13:49

    this poem promoted many visuals for me... different scenes..with a variety of people stuck in never ending circle...

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    1. Jae Rose30 January 2014 at 02:37

      Thanks very much Robert..no matter the combination of people and place sometimes you just get stuck

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  12. Old Egg29 January 2014 at 14:22

    How well you put in words the nightmarish situations that many of us have dreams about. I think it is said that if you can talk and write about your fears they become more controllable. I hope that works for you.

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    1. Jae Rose30 January 2014 at 02:38

      I think it does thank you Old Egg..you have to be in charge of one world at least..and it certainly isn't the one beyond the front door

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  13. Unknown29 January 2014 at 14:27

    Damn wheel! Just when I think safety is achieved the thing rolls in again.

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    1. Jae Rose30 January 2014 at 02:39

      Like a roulette wheel..hadn't thought of it like that..thank you Kim..as long as it's a practise game with pennies and low stakes it's ok (ish)

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  14. Susie Clevenger30 January 2014 at 02:05

    We chase where we wish to be while spinning in a rut....well penned

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  15. Bing Yap30 January 2014 at 07:09

    "Galvanise around us like a white sheet
    Bones soaked from the war inside”

    I have that picture in my mind long after I finished reading. Great piece.

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  16. rebecca30 January 2014 at 14:31

    It's interesting how words, when penned together, can create such an image. Very well done....

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    1. Jae Rose31 January 2014 at 03:16

      It is a bit like pulling out scrabble tiles isn't it! Thanks very much Rebecca..

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  17. parentforward.blogspot.com30 January 2014 at 16:56

    There are soldiers in the daisy wheels - evocative, haunting, painful.

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  18. rallentanda31 January 2014 at 06:05

    There are soldiers in the daisy wheels...turmoil and dissent. This reminds me of a movie I have just seen called "The Book Thief" where retreat into words and imagery of the mind becomes salvation.

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    1. Jae Rose31 January 2014 at 06:47

      Exactly that..thank you Rallentanda..always liked the cover of that book..

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  19. gila_mon1 February 2014 at 08:23

    "Bones soaked from the war inside" Wow. This one twirls!

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    1. Jae Rose2 February 2014 at 02:46

      Thanks very much Gila..always good to twirl!

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  20. annell41 February 2014 at 12:28

    Dear Jae I've decided we are each given at least one mountain, some have been given a whole mountain range. May your feet find the easy path, climbing mountains all the time is exhausting. Wonderful images, longing for spring, a time of 'easy.' hugs

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    1. Jae Rose2 February 2014 at 02:49

      It does feel like that at times Annell..although i suspect some of those mountains 'we' create for ourselves..as if one isn't hard enough..easy spring hugs back to you x

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  21. Belva Rae Staples1 February 2014 at 16:47

    I like the line: Bones soaked from the war inside. Most battles are within. This is excellent.

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    1. Jae Rose2 February 2014 at 02:50

      I think so too..and the own worst enemy line often applies as well..thank you kindly Belva..

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  22. Anonymous8 February 2014 at 13:59

    Loved 'Wheel,' Jae, a whirl, a conglomeration of bizarre happenings occurring too fast for taking it slow like breakfast at seven-thirty watching the sun come up, not like a DDS blur, even if it is from the early days, it’s still too fast, like spoke cards in bike wheels, leaves a reverberation of chaos…

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    1. Jae Rose9 February 2014 at 05:22

      We have chaos down that's for sure..thank you dear Miss A x

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