We will take a room in the house of beauty
Nestle there safe and sound
A warm string of paper
A blanket of words
Crash Bang
Who cares if the ceiling falls down
We are alive in a space and time
Which can never be flooded
We like it there
Quietly humming our own speed of light
They switched the milk
Turned it into wine
And cake claps Alice
Wiping the powder off her nose
We are waiting waiting
To take the bags down
Once they have gone
And our pulse descends
Down the stairs
Softly
Softly
Into the cellar
The light glares brightly down there
Mean like her
Scowling and growling in the kitchen cupboard
Too hungry to eat
Too tired to sleep
Hush
Hush
Blow the candles out
We wish for a mist to slow ourselves down
A white bright room
In a house safe and sound
Silver bangles clank in raincoat pockets
A chime
A voice
Falling petals
Singing in the night
All will be right
All will be well.
Oh, Jae Rose! Darkness seems safer than light, Candlelight safer than bright, deep down safer than upstairs in the house of beauty. Beauty may be a mirage, anyway. I wonder about that. I don't understand all the allusions herein, but I hear the song very strong despite ceilings and petals and things that fall.
ReplyDeleteBless you, Jae Rose. I pray all manner of things will be well, and your wishes come true in a house safe and sound all around, up and down, room to cellar. I check my mail daily--so don't be a stranger these next two-three weeks even if PU is closed.
Thank you very much Susan....much appreciated...we are catching those wishes and singing...have a peaceful holiday time...best wishes
DeleteBeing alive in a space and time is all we have that we can truly call our own and that is uniquely ours. All will indeed be right and well if we wish it so and keep to our own voice.
ReplyDeleteWe are what we wish perhaps..good or bad...thank you Ann...it's also good to feel a connection with people who understand the value of living in our own little bubbles...
Delete'Scowling and growling in the kitchen cupboard
ReplyDeleteToo hungry to eat
Too tired to sleep' ~ I wish these words to be healed, to calm down, to rest, to walk outside with fresh air, - to get healthy appetite and sleep...~ my holiday greetings and smiles go to you, Jae. :)x
Best wishes and smiles back thank you very much humbird...how did you sense it's hard to sit down at the moment! You must know us very well...thank you...holiday good wishes back xo
DeleteVery beautifully written, Jae Rose!! You have a gift for providing such lovely imagery :) Such a pleasure to read this moring!
ReplyDeleteAnd a pleasure to see you Torie ..thank you very much :)
Deletedarkness and hiding seems better than the light but all will be well again you'll have that bright place in a house safe and sound and be happy. Happy Christmas to you JaeRose!
ReplyDeleteI hope so Sheilagh...I guess we need to know both to understand which way to aim for! Thank you kindly and a very happy Christmas back to you and yours xo
DeleteI spent many years in that search for a house safe and sound. Eventually decided, like the turtle, I would build and carry it within, through my many moving on's.....I love your closing lines for they are true. All will be right. All will be well. Do keep in touch via email through the holidays, Jae Rose. May you be showered with blessings at Christmas, and always.
ReplyDeleteThank you kindly Sherry....safety cannot be found in bricks and mortar that's for sure...I like the idea of a protective shell inside however...and turtles match my speed at the moment...though my head is a hare! All our best wishes and a shower of good things back to you
DeleteYou've told an epic tale in these few stanzas, ending with the ultimate truth. Wisdom, here, J. Wisdom.
ReplyDeleteThank you kindly Kim...now to fully believe it....sounds like time to put the kettle on and wait for some magic
DeleteYou lul me into that night song, but I know to watch out for the powder.
ReplyDeleteYou are of course the smartest Alice - thank you ;)
DeleteWhat a song you sang here Jae. How even hiccups in life are food for your amazing poetry.
ReplyDeleteThank you Old Egg...i think we may permanently have the hiccups... but that's ok ;)
Deleteboth free and intimate feelings!
ReplyDeleteI hadn't thought of it like that! Thanks very much Sandra
DeleteThis poem was like a mix of a rap and a lullaby. I don't know why, but I could read this in either of those forms. I also felt like this poem was about an abusive home. Not sure if this is where you were going with it, but that is what I came to understand. It is a great story though that weaves together something so real. Thank you for sharing this wonderful poem with us. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Kenn...i think you understand it very well...thank you for your visit..and your add
DeleteTurning milk into wine sounds good to me this time of year. And those candles???? We blow them out with trepidation, I think.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas to you, Jae.
Ah yes...a glass of wine taken in moderation (of course) is a real treat...loosens out those knots..and a peaceful Christmas to you too Mary xo
DeleteWe wish for a mist to slow ourselves down
ReplyDeleteA white bright room
In a house safe and sound
How one yearns for the beauty of time that stood still just for us! And all in the safety of home! Great lines,Jae Neruda style that is unique!
Hank
Thank you kindly Hank...it is the simple things that are the most appealing...and so elusive.. thanks!
DeleteWell written for the prompt.
ReplyDeleteThank you GL
Deletewhere there is hope , there is light!
ReplyDeleteIndeed...thank you kindly Vandana
Deletewonderful!
ReplyDeletewonderful!
ReplyDeleteThank you wonderfully Swann
DeleteA brilliant response to the prompt
ReplyDeleteThanks very much John
DeleteIf one does not live in a personal bubble where does one live? What! Don't be silly...the real world is no place to live:) Clanking of silver bangles in raincoat pockets are not allowed in my bubble Clankers can go elsewhere. I wish you A Happy Xmas with lots of mince pies and egg nog... but mostly I wish you inner peace with fragrant floral thoughts (Smiles and grins )
ReplyDeleteDear Rallentanda...it is the only place worth searching for in this world...although popping a nose out of this bubble and saying hope all is well in your bubble...and wishing you inner peace and silver petals back whatever the time of year...thank you :)
DeleteAmazing lines....sounds soothing!
ReplyDeleteThank you PT...a little chaos before the soothing bit hopefully harmonic!
DeleteDear Jay I feel like I was sleeping...oh, where have I been? I missed this one, too. I like it!
ReplyDeleteThank you - we know that feeling well...glad you came to sing
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