Wednesday, 3 June 2015

Trouble

I'm having terrible moments of déjà vu
But I must not spill the soup
Or the truth

We eat toast by the window
It is nice
Although I am not sure if the butter is real

Of course it is silly
If you taste it
It exists

I learnt that long ago

Summer is back on Wednesday
She drove a limousine to Kansas
The fizzy orange stains my fingers
Deeply absorbed in you
Everything gets stuck

like me
like me
like me

We even trip in a loop she giggles frantically

That's a very scenic shot
Empty house on the hill
No windows 
No doors
But still home

We got stuck in the cake today
It was yummy and funny 
Like cobwebs 
Caulking our soul

I can still feel the weight of her

I dream of a time
When my property is appreciated 
A church inside
Not rubble

I'll see it when I believe it

Shoes are a challenge
Cake is easy 

I wipe the leaves from the lock
Leave
Me 
Alone

It is not love that sustains me
I think as I tumble through the floor
It is sugar and candy and all things that once were nice
But now destroy my soul

I see her on the top shelf
Toothless
Old 
Dying

My powdery little tumour

She turns 
Eat up sweetie sweet
One more
Is 
One less

See, no trouble at all.
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  1. J Cosmo Newbery3 June 2015 at 04:13

    "Shoes are a challenge, Cake is easy" I really have no idea what that means but I really like it. Odd.

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    1. Jae Rose3 June 2015 at 04:28

      Odd sums it up thank you J Cosmo..we could try and explain the difference but are too replete with sugar to bore you...or know ourselves..all i might say is walking to the shops wearing Victoria sponges on your feet is tricky

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    2. Jae Rose3 June 2015 at 04:29

      And crazy!

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  2. Preeti S.3 June 2015 at 04:23

    This is intense, fast-paced and vivid. Very well written!

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  3. Susan3 June 2015 at 04:29

    We are sustainable, really. Hardier than our tumors and diets and reputations. Can't trust that deja vu which will tell us we're stuck with trouble when we're not. Again, Jae Rose, the narrative story you provide, fragmented into its bits, takes me on a complete journey with a tinge of humor and an edge of tragedy. (I'm sorry that Mr. Linky is misbehaving this morning and you may have to sign in more than once as I fix it!)

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    1. Jae Rose3 June 2015 at 05:20

      Thank you kindly Susan...i am glad it sticks together healthily in some way..and yes we are hardier than most of the things that might consume us...maybe Mr Linky is having an Alice moment too ;)

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    2. Susan5 June 2015 at 12:12

      Hahaha!

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  4. Sanaa Rizvi3 June 2015 at 05:00

    It is sugar and candy and all things that once were nice
    But now destroy my soul.

    This is so poignant and true.. things which once seemed liked icing on cake now feel something like stale bread..! Love love love this poem! :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  5. Old Egg3 June 2015 at 05:06

    Not only do you play with words you play with us as well. Home is where the heart is and there are no windows in that. However whatever is sweet in life does sustain us so I can see the advantage of having someone like Alice in one's life.

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    1. Jae Rose3 June 2015 at 05:23

      Thank you Old Egg - hopefully we play nicely..yes..she has her advantages..although sometimes I would prefer some quiet time instead of our misadventures

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  6. Sumana Roy3 June 2015 at 05:35

    "I'll see it when I believe it" this faith keeps us standing and perhaps makes this life a cakewalk...I would also love to see a church inside and not a rubble, you know...Alice's philosophy, "If you taste it / It exists" is sustainable too :)

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    1. Jae Rose3 June 2015 at 05:43

      Thank you for your insight Sumana...cakewalk is a great word - one rarely used here but it certainly fits the bill in our striving...

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  7. Amrit Sinha3 June 2015 at 05:42

    I like the pace here ... lovely :-)

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  8. kaykuala3 June 2015 at 07:24

    Home is where the heart is! It is no bother if the facilities are inadequate. It is still home despite all the deficiencies! Wonderful take Jae!

    Hank

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  9. humbird3 June 2015 at 07:42

    I'm not sustainable now....testing values? maybe... but dying Alice - not good at all! please, fix her :)x

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    1. Jae Rose3 June 2015 at 10:06

      Alice will come good...she always does....as you say..testing the waters..thank you kindly humbird xo

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  10. Ann (bunnygirl)3 June 2015 at 08:15

    Haunting thoughts here. One cannot live sustained by sugar alone. Perhaps something more nourishing could be added gradually, so as not to upset.

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    1. Jae Rose3 June 2015 at 10:07

      Yes the sugar needs to be swapped for sunshine and a spoonful of real...slowly slowly...thank you kindly Ann

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  11. Sheilagh Lee3 June 2015 at 08:18

    Deju vu can be pain but we can step beyond it and be happy keeping our inner child (Alice). Sweetness sustains we repair the rubble and we move on and find that 'dream of a time
    When your property is appreciated
    A church inside
    Not rubble'

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    1. Jae Rose3 June 2015 at 10:08

      I love your approach to things Sheilagh - always a way to move on and forward..thank you

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  12. Sherry Blue Sky3 June 2015 at 09:49

    The image of the house on the hill, with no windows or doors "But still home" has great impact. As does this whole poem, as always. And I deeply love the longing for a time when there is "a church inside. Not rubble". And that your property (self) is respected. Very deep. "It is not love that sustains me." I have found, in my largely solitary life that, when one does not have a particular love, we can tap into a much larger love, and find great comfort in that. I think maybe we do that online. I know I thank God for it. Thank you for this most impactful poem. It went deep.

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    1. Jae Rose3 June 2015 at 10:09

      I think we definitely do that online...and it means far more than sugar...thank god for that indeed...and thank you too Sherry...here's to that home that awaits us

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  13. Purba chakraborty3 June 2015 at 10:21

    I can't tell you how much I loved this poem. The lucid flow of words and the depth in them mesmerized me.
    I loved the lines, " It is not love that sustains me
    I think as I tumble through the floor
    It is sugar and candy and all things that once were nice
    But now destroy my soul"
    Beautiful piece of work :)

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    1. Jae Rose4 June 2015 at 02:58

      Thank you Purba...we are glad you enjoyed and that the words at least are lucid ;)

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  14. Alice Audrey3 June 2015 at 12:03

    A look into that kid of future is seriously frightening when the sweet powder is everything in the present.

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    1. Jae Rose4 June 2015 at 02:59

      Isn't she just...I blame the parents ;) Thank you (other) Alice

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  15. Anonymous3 June 2015 at 12:30

    "Although I am not sure if the butter is real

    Of course it is silly
    If you taste it
    It exists" -

    Yes! Had me laughing out loud x

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    1. Jae Rose4 June 2015 at 03:00

      Glad to raise a chuckle..thank you Claire

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  16. Gillena Cox3 June 2015 at 13:30

    deja vu, where things were once nice yet there is sanctuary in present reality

    "I dream of a time
    When my property is appreciated
    A church inside
    Not rubble"

    much love...

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    1. Jae Rose4 June 2015 at 03:00

      I hope there is sanctuary at some point in the cycle..thank you Gillena

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  17. Myrna R.3 June 2015 at 14:37

    I lke so many lines in this. I feel this poem as all of yours, like a kaleidoscope of thoughts that delve deeply into my subconscious. I think we all have a church inside, hope we're aware of it. Thank you Jae for sharing your talent.

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    1. Jae Rose4 June 2015 at 03:01

      Thank you for your kind words Myrna...yes a church inside for all of us is a peaceful thought..

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  18. Unknown3 June 2015 at 18:23

    What a lovely read...it just flowed and sometimes I had to read a stanza twice to see if it actually rhymed because it flows so beautifully.

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    1. Jae Rose4 June 2015 at 03:01

      Thank you for reading even once Cheryl-Lynn

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  19. Stacy M.S.3 June 2015 at 22:09

    what a compelling write! you had me hanging on every word, every description!

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  20. Roslyn Ross4 June 2015 at 00:43

    Wonderfully woven words.

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  21. Eileen T O'Neill .....4 June 2015 at 04:52

    Jae Rose,

    I too fall for the sweetness of candy and cake at times. It often sustains a bad day, in a delicious way!!
    Eileen

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    1. Jae Rose4 June 2015 at 05:53

      In its purest form sugar is indeed the best medicine..thank you sweetly Eileen

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  22. annell44 June 2015 at 05:33

    It is a delightful piece! I enjoyed each line! xoxoxoxoxo

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  23. Gen Giggles 4 June 2015 at 05:38

    Coming home to an empty place with out what we expect causes a disturbance but is not always bad.

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    1. Jae Rose4 June 2015 at 05:54

      No - it can be a clean slate..a home is what you make it..not the building it's housed in..thank you GL

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  24. Helen A. Howell4 June 2015 at 15:10

    I eat chocolate when I feel down ^_^ but it's just a short remedy - we have to change the way we think about things in order to build what we want.......

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    1. Jae Rose5 June 2015 at 04:12

      Yes..chocolate doesn't make for good foundations...despite the extra weight it incurs...it's like the head knows but the hand has a mind of its own! Thank you Helen

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  25. Anonymous4 June 2015 at 17:09

    that is frantic !!

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    1. Jae Rose5 June 2015 at 04:12

      Frantic sums it up perfectly..thanks Sandra

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  26. Peter Coddle6 June 2015 at 00:20

    Quite stunning. i adore the imagery in this.

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