We wrap the sliver infinity loop around our wrist
Like a party balloon
She squeals
Claps her hands
Now we can fly to the sky
Blancmange and jelly glistens in our shoes
I do not remember how we found the shoes
Or how we got outside
Nice though
Like cold pennies on hot thighs
She squeals
Rustling the paper bag
Scavenging scouring singing
It annoys me
But I will eat the candy she collects
Serve it on our demon plates
Eat it with our ascension spoons
It tastes like poison
Nice though
Like lucky pennies in a pie
Everything I dismiss boycott and need
Gifted to a drain
We catch them like a gift
We don’t know what to do.
nice composition
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Thank you Cifar
DeleteFor someone who doesn't know what to do you seem to having a whale of time. But that is life isn't it? We are so busy not doing what we want to do...which my guess it is to be free of rules.
ReplyDeleteThank you Old Egg..i think there are rules - just poorly judged ones...we will figure it out though..eventually!
DeletePerhaps that eyelash wish and drain is as good a means as any other that has been set adrift on wind or torrent. Pennies aren't lucky any more either. Yet as you show, life goes on and children are children until they are not.
ReplyDeleteThank you Susan..I guess sometimes we slip back into our frowns and petticoats but always time guess on - didn't know that about pennies either..maybe that explains a lot!
Deletewith a little bit of luck, we may make a difference...its not all candy and sweet desserts....and their taste does not mask the poison...just pennies a day...well, life seems to cost us a bit more...i guess if we are to make a difference...
ReplyDeletePennies only take us so far I guess...like candy it bridges the hunger gap inside...thank you kindly Brian
DeleteYeah, someone's freedom can be a prison for us...
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely...thank you humbird
Deletekeep having fun Jae Rose
ReplyDeleteTrying to learn fun...thanks very much Sheilagh
DeleteI love the pennies running through this poem. In Canada, we dont have them any more, sigh. Everything gets "rounded up" to a nickel. The price of inflation. I enjoyed this poem very much, one of my faves of yours.
ReplyDeleteThank you kindly Sherry...i remember when i was in America that you could roll pennies...i also remember half-pennies here..they were a maths challenge...the world tends to round up and down the interesting things!
DeleteHot pennies from demons, maybe? Let them fall.
ReplyDeleteFall and walk away definitely thank you Alice...anyway by the time they hit our head they're cold... ;)
DeleteSometimes it's okay to not know what to do. We aren't supposed to know everything. Just getting through the moment is enough.
ReplyDeleteI think so thank you Ann..and hoping that the next moment will be an improvement or at least not worse
DeleteBlancmange and jelly in your shoes? No wonder it tastes like poison. No offense meant but...really! The pennies help, of course.
ReplyDeleteNo offence taken J Cosmo - did i mention i was bananas! pennies are good though..thank you ;)
DeleteJae Rose, the meaning of your poem eludes me but I think it means something more than just powder, pennies, jelly, and pie. because there is the mention of "poison." and so it must be deep.
ReplyDeleteMeanings elude me too James...but yes, as J Cosmo said the jelly and sweets are the silly topping on a reality i would rather evade...thank you kindly..
DeleteDemon plates and ascension spoons! Pennies from heaven? Whimsical, Jae. Love reading this side of you. I get all of it. And YOU were the first link on Poets United, you sly fox! Love, Amy
ReplyDeleteThank you Dear Amy - you know I have to come first in something..not being fit, sporty or leaving the house and all ;) I know you understand those pennies and plates and spoons thank you xo
DeleteVery fun. I liked the magpie spot on in the description.
ReplyDeleteThanks very much GL!
DeleteVery surrealistic imagery! Not sure where we are going, but I like the ride!
ReplyDeleteThank you Steven...cliched but maybe it's about the ride not the destination! Well, that's what I kid myself with any way
Deletevery fanciful indeed... brilliant imagination!! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Arushi...if forced I could also wire a plug ;)
Deletestrong voice and pace, and the repeating pennies loop us back into the speaker's vision. well done ~
ReplyDeleteThank you very much grapeling :~
DeletePoison! I have been injected with a huge dose of poison lately. I need to magpie squeal, rustle paper bags,pluck my eyelashes and wash them down the sink, smite down my enemies with stilleto heeled shoes filled with blancmange and jelly, attach them to party balloons and fire them from a cannon with hot pennies into the Antarctic...LOL
ReplyDeletenow I feel better...Thanks Jae
Couldn't have put it better....glad you are feeling better Ms R...we have to keep flying to the moon and drinking tea and eating cakes...who knows what will happen if we don't xo thank you too
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