Wednesday, 15 October 2014

Fancy

I say nine as if it is real
As if she is real
More real than the stench 
Rotting under my coat

The bottle top marked our hand
Like a red kiss stained gifted into us onto us

Don't shut your eyes until the war is over

I find a quiet spot
A dark door
We await delivery of our new pretties
Hoping they will work like a dream 
It hurts my head
The anticipation
Intense intent insistent

Don't tell anyone Alice 
But I've never felt anything

I have never been scared
I have never been happy 

Course you feel silly
You hate me 
I keep you awake

She swings her feet
Rubs her hands
Waiting waiting waiting

It is killing me
I think
Being awake

Am I a mind trapped in a body
Or a body trapped in a mind

She chuckles
There you go
Awake awake like a petal in the morning sun

My love is so far gone now
A cigarette burnt in the rain

We are dead already
Yes
Dead body
Dead mind

But if we are dead and our skin is dead why don’t we cry

Because we can build prisons and break down heaven
Play on the swing
You know that one under the tree where we will go
No matter what
No matter what

It is nice here 
Underground
Dark
We await delivery of our new pretties
Hoping they will work like a treat

She swings her feet
Rubs her hands
Waiting waiting waiting

I rub red the bottle top
Happy for a moment

She nods
Aren't we fancy
Just like cakes.

thank you to all who visit and comment...apologies for not getting around to posts and replies as i normally would...i haven't forgotten you...and will hopefully be back on track soon...

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  1. annell415 October 2014 at 05:43

    You are right on track on this one. A verbal puzzle, one could hours in your web or labyrinth. Perhaps the meaning of the 'nine' could be found numerology? What is fantasy what is not.

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    1. Jae Rose15 October 2014 at 10:35

      Yes...Maybe I should look up nine....thank you Annell...I think I am a bit jammed in my labyrinth...

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  2. Dee Martin15 October 2014 at 06:22

    I apologize back for not commenting as often as I would like. My health issues have been a series of unfortunate events....Hang in there Jae.

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    1. Jae Rose15 October 2014 at 10:36

      I can empathise - thank you kindly for visiting Dee...hope your health is getting better too

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  3. Ann (bunnygirl)15 October 2014 at 06:43

    A mind trapped in a body, or a body trapped in a mind? My first vote would be the former, but then I think how our beliefs can shape what we think our body can do or be, and I wonder. Maybe the new pretties can help. Maybe we all need them, and we all deserve to be fancy.

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    1. Jae Rose15 October 2014 at 10:37

      Thank you Ann you have such clarity in unpicking my words...and yes..a little be of fancy and pretty never hurts

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  4. humbird15 October 2014 at 07:49

    We are all fancy in our own way, and meeting each other, holding hands, happy for the moment - why not? ~ love the line 'awake like a petal in the morning sun' ~ hugs

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    1. Jae Rose15 October 2014 at 10:37

      Thank you humbird....glad you saw the bright bit! :)

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    2. Anonymous17 October 2014 at 22:46

      The mind is constant even in death .... Forever thinking

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    3. Jae Rose18 October 2014 at 04:17

      Maybe so...energy doesn't die...just converts...thank you pieceofpie

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  5. Sheilagh Lee15 October 2014 at 08:48

    take some happiness.

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  6. Sherry Blue Sky15 October 2014 at 09:51

    I so love the line "awake like a petal in the morning sun"....and the closing lines made me smile. "A cigarette burnt in the rain" is such a powerful image. Great write, Jae Rose.

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    1. Jae Rose15 October 2014 at 10:39

      Thanks Sherry - I like that line Alice gave me too! It would be a pink cake with brown icing shaped like a bow x

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  7. Unknown15 October 2014 at 10:29

    There are times when happiness comes like gasps of air. Oh to be enriched by good clean oxygen.
    Take care!!!

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    1. Jae Rose15 October 2014 at 10:39

      Yes..a good deep breath is often what's needed..thank you kindly Moonie

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  8. Sumana Roy15 October 2014 at 10:40

    "A cigarette burnt in the rain"...a very passionate image Jae...

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  9. Kerry O'Connor15 October 2014 at 11:26

    Your style is surreal, yet the narrative is grounded in real emotions. I enjoyed this very much.

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  10. Myrna R.15 October 2014 at 12:50

    There is such depth to your writing. I love the conversation of emotions, the questions with no answers. Makes me think. Thanks Jae Rose.

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  11. Susan15 October 2014 at 13:08

    Of course I looked for the tree and found it as a shelter with a swing. Trees seem to ignore the wars that keep our eyes open; they seem safe, places to wait. But they're no safer than the rest of us, and they have feelings, too. I love when you and Alice enjoy yourselves for a minute.

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    1. Jae Rose15 October 2014 at 13:20

      Thank you Susan yes we like the short reprieve - I think it would be a nice stout apple tree with a rope swing with a worn down wooden seat big enough for two!

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    2. Susan16 October 2014 at 13:09

      Love!

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  12. Old Egg15 October 2014 at 15:10

    There is something you don't have and that is a dead mind. It is alive and speaks beautifully full of evocative expressions of both sadness and hope. No matter what get stuck into those cakes!

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    1. Jae Rose16 October 2014 at 03:19

      Thank you Old Egg...i wish it had a pause button (the mind that is...cakes ok)

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    2. rallentanda16 October 2014 at 07:07

      You live on the coast. What I would do would be to get a wet suit (a divers suit) and jump up and down in the waves before it gets too cold. I swear the sea cures everything...the reason I swim as much as I can.

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    3. Jae Rose16 October 2014 at 09:23

      It's a thought thank you Rallentanda...may start with a hot bath first ;) thank you

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  13. Laurie Kolp15 October 2014 at 16:35

    So powerful once again... hope you're okay.

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  14. Alice Audrey15 October 2014 at 17:14

    Take your time. I'll just sit here swinging my feet and rubbing my hands.

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    1. Jae Rose16 October 2014 at 03:19

      Just the ticket thank you (other) Alice ;)

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  15. Arathi Harihar16 October 2014 at 09:31

    beautiful lines Jae... i like the way you bring the emotions into play..

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  16. Anonymous16 October 2014 at 12:54

    great imagery!

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  17. Gen Giggles 16 October 2014 at 18:07

    Very well written, its quite a vivid yet disjointed world you created.

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    1. Jae Rose17 October 2014 at 04:12

      Disjointed is a good word for my world in general! Thank you GL

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  18. Panchali17 October 2014 at 05:08

    A very beautiful write jae! The line.."Awake awake like a petal in the morning sun.." is my fave. What a magnificent poet you are!

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  19. Mary17 October 2014 at 10:19

    As long as one can swing under a tree, there is joy to be found. Good that Alice enjoys swinging too. I can see her swinging her feet.

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    1. Jae Rose17 October 2014 at 10:32

      Thank you kindly Mary - it's the little white socks and patent leather shoes that help make her so real isn't it..... Xo

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  20. Cifar18 October 2014 at 05:18

    beautiful composition, have something which keep me hooked

    Nature's Plan

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