We are running around in circles again
Legs smiling in the summer sun
The world gnawing at our finger tips
A falling thread of echoes
Filling up our empty soul
Everything fell apart
Broke in the night
Like a wheel on a bicycle spinning dreams away
Two little girls
Too old to be young
Bending spoons
Looking for father
Jumbled up words
Finger prints and wedding rings
All too much
Perhaps it is time to stop
To know when and where the world belongs
She whistles a hymn
I douse water on our temples
Send a thank you to our angel
Fall to our knees
Touch our face
We are hot and frayed
Lost our way
Running around in circles again.
I suppose that 'running around in circles' is what we do like many creatures, but don't realise it until we get older, finally undertanding it all part of life, wondering who we are and where we belong. The saddest lines you used were "A falling thread of echoes, filling up our empty soul"; they really touched me Jae.
ReplyDeleteThank you Old Egg - at least we have words to fill us up
DeleteYou may be hot and frayed, but there is the angel...
ReplyDeleteHopefully she will stick around - thanks Magical
DeleteRunning in circles means- we'll be back to square one many times,Jae :)
ReplyDeleteHave a great weekend!
Exactly so thank you Anita
DeleteI find, after a few laps, the circles have a comforting familiarity.
ReplyDelete;) Thanks J Cosmo
DeleteThis touched me as an attempt to restart. Caught in a cycle, a couple takes a time out. (or maybe this is a round)
ReplyDeleteI think it maybe - thanks Martin
DeleteLike a wheel on a bicycle spinning dreams away ...what a haunting image Jae...
ReplyDeleteThank you Thotpurge
DeleteI think that running round in circle is something most of us do. The escape is difficult. A very moving poem Jae.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sumana
DeleteThe intimate sisterhood here -- weathering the brutal interface between outer and inner ills --spans "finger prints and wedding rings." It's a round, so it is hard to see what is learned ... but then spirals reveal dimensions, up or down. Each time the circle completes one can see addition or subtraction. That goes into your poem, I think ...
ReplyDeleteThanks for your insight blueoran
Deletemagic circles judging by the constant imagery you conjure:
ReplyDelete"Bending spoons
Looking for father"
Thank you telltale
DeleteHot,frayed and a little giddy I suspect. A poignant piece indeed.
ReplyDeleteThanks Keith
DeleteYou say, above, that all you have are words. Words have built, and conquered more worlds than we have ever dreamed. They give dimension and definition to wherever we are, which you have proven over and over again. Words are tools, never meant to be contained within a perfect circle.
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Thank you for your insight Elizabeth
DeleteOh I feel sometimes as well that I am running around in circles...as I am looking for the way...sort of like being on a merry-go-round that doesn't stop.
ReplyDeleteExactly so thanks Mary
DeleteRunning around in a circle is probably more interesting than moving up and down on the one spot, which is what I do.I need to expand my horizons and keep up.
ReplyDeleteThanks Cressida
DeleteIcan see those sisters, running in the summer sun....feel their innocence.......i, too, love the line about the bicycle wheel spinning dreams away. So sad. Let's catch a few back!
ReplyDeleteGood idea! Thanks sherry
Delete...and coming full circle sometimes restores our faith in the scheme of things. Evocative write. Very touching.
ReplyDeleteThanks very much indybev
DeleteI think that we all have those moments when we're running in circles... sometimes it's the comfort of familiarity... but too often we are fenced to run in circles...
ReplyDeleteYes indeed thanks Bjorn
DeleteThese are haunting lines---"A falling thread of echoes / Filling up our empty soul."
ReplyDeleteThank you Brenda
DeleteThis is such a sharp image, luv it
ReplyDelete"Like a wheel on a bicycle spinning dreams away "
much love...
Sometimes when one foot gets "nailed" down, we run in circles....I have known this experience. Better to be free, if possible. Circles have many meanings...the world is a circle, the world circles the sun, the moon circles the earth, circles are old and ancient symbols, powerful! Perhaps they represent all that is whole, complete.
ReplyDeleteI do hope so thank you Annell
Delete"A falling thread of echoes / Filling up our empty soul.".. sigh.. beautifully haunting lines, Jae!
ReplyDeleteThanks Sanaa
DeleteWhat a whirlwind. I love fingerprints and wedding rings.
ReplyDeleteThanks Colleen
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:) ZQ
DeletePerhaps running around in circles is a step forward from being too lost and 'on empty' to move at all.
ReplyDeletePerhaps so thanks Wendy
DeleteWhy does the woman on the bike from the Wizard of Oz come to mind? She tries to take what is important to Dorothy and transforms into the wicked witch. Hold on to what is important to you Jae...
ReplyDeleteNow I remember her she was scary thanks Truedessa
Deletenice word flow.
ReplyDeleteThanks Alissa
Delete"The world gnawing at our finger tips". Such biting image (terribly cheesy pun intended... because it's true).
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Magaly
DeleteYou certainly capture what it can be like for little kids sometimes.
ReplyDeleteThanks Rosemary
DeleteInteresting how this is written in plural, as "we" and "our", especially "our soul" with soul being singular. I love so much about this, the bicycle wheel, the bending spoons.
ReplyDeleteThank you
DeleteA falling thread of echoes
ReplyDeleteFilling up our empty soul
Too old to be young
I think you have summed up how i've been feeling lately, Thank you for the poem
Thank you too Samyuktha
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