Saturday, 8 July 2017

Drunk



We hold hands in a festival of foolish caravans
The walls are splattered and chilled
Stars coat our eyes
If only we could wear our poems
Fruit like wine
Drunk cool on a summer night
We pick out a favorite tune
Dance silently against the sheets
Pick a rhythm
Make a plume
False prophets on a quiet afternoon
We are only together by chance
Craving bitter fruits
Lining the floor with wet paper
Nothing takes the smell away
We are stuck in this chill
The walls splattered
Holding hands in a festival of foolish caravans
We should have listened before the sky fell down
Now we pick a path that aches and swirls
Never ending afternoon
Cash shot down like sheets in the wind
If only we could wear our poems
Fruit like wine
Drunk cool on a summer night.
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  1. Anonymous8 July 2017 at 16:52

    Delight turns into something else as a couple drinks another glass of "if only".

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  2. brudberg8 July 2017 at 23:04

    If only,
    I think we can wear poems... I think we need that hope,
    Poetry are wings,

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  3. Old Egg8 July 2017 at 23:14

    I do think we wear our poems or more correctly our poems wear us, little pieces of us shine in them which gives others a glimpse of who we are.

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    1. Jae Rose9 July 2017 at 00:04

      Our poems wear us is a great thought thanks Old Egg

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  4. Thotpurge8 July 2017 at 23:28

    If only we could wear our poems.... and ..false prophets on a quiet afternoon.. you are a magician Jae.

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  5. Sumana Roy9 July 2017 at 02:00

    "If only we could wear our poems
    Fruit like wine
    Drunk cool on a summer night."...I'm dreaming of this too...

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  6. Sanaa Rizvi9 July 2017 at 02:11

    "If only we could wear our poems, fruit like wine drunk cool on a summer night" sigh... this is so dreamy!!

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  7. Anonymous9 July 2017 at 04:17

    wow, if only we could wear poems, I like that! :9

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  8. Mary9 July 2017 at 05:07

    Sometimes I find myself really just loving the way you express things, Jae. You are so talented with images REALLY. Such expressive writing:

    "If only we could wear our poems
    Fruit like wine
    Drunk cool on a summer night."

    I just admire your style so very much---the way your words just flow!

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  9. J.N.T.9 July 2017 at 06:47

    You are so talented. This read so well that I wished i had written it...thanks for sharing.

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  10. Donna9 July 2017 at 07:31

    Such a poignant poem to return to my friend....and how I have missed your poetry.

    'If only we could wear our poems
    Fruit like wine
    Drunk cool on a summer night.'

    I think we do wear them or as Robin also said, they wear us....we are united with them as they come from our core and speak from our soul!

    Donna@LivingFromHappiness

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  11. Carin Diaz9 July 2017 at 07:48

    What a great poem. You inspire me to write one. One of these days. http://www.carinsgratitude.com/2017/07/ICU-Nurse-bleed.html

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  12. Magical Mystical Teacher9 July 2017 at 07:59

    As you know from reading my poem, you CAN wear your poems. As you do, I hope you flaunt them, for they are glorious!

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  13. Magaly Guerrero9 July 2017 at 08:22

    If only we could, indeed... I wonder what kind of verse we would choose for Mondays? Would Sundays be clad on flowery lines or fringed endings? "If only we could wear our poems", I wonder if my heart would choose to go naked... every now and again.

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    1. Jae Rose9 July 2017 at 08:23

      That sounds like a good freedom - thanks Magaly

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  14. indybev9 July 2017 at 09:17


    False prophets on a quiet afternoon". You have a wonderful way with words. This evokes a feeling of sadness for me.

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    1. Jae Rose9 July 2017 at 11:35

      We are in a sad place thank you for your insight indybev

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  15. ayala9 July 2017 at 09:25

    If only we could wear our poems....I love this.

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  16. Colonialist9 July 2017 at 11:01

    So ambitious, as always, taking such immensely diverse concepts and sewing them in seamlessly!

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  17. Myrna R.9 July 2017 at 11:05

    So many meaningful lines here that struck a cord in my heart. I only we could all dress in love poems.

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    1. Jae Rose9 July 2017 at 11:37

      I think we do in our own quiet way - thank you Myrna

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  18. Sherry Blue Sky9 July 2017 at 11:50

    Your imagery, as always, is unique and glorious, the festival of foolish caravans, the false prophets on a quiet afternoon......sometimes the escapes we seek return us to a sadder place. Am thinking of you, kiddo. I send you a little potted bloom to brighten your day.

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    1. Jae Rose9 July 2017 at 13:14

      Thank you for that bloom of light - thank you Sherry xo

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  19. Wendy Bourke9 July 2017 at 14:33

    Deep, powerful images. I felt a visceral craving in this. 'If only we could wear our poems' ... but, alas.

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    1. Jae Rose9 July 2017 at 15:02

      It can feel empty without them - thank you Wendy

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  20. kaykuala9 July 2017 at 19:04

    Now we pick a path that aches and swirls
    Never ending afternoon
    Cash shot down like sheets in the wind
    If only we could wear our poems

    To be in a drunken stupor is the consequence of delights of drinking but a choice of regret. Very true Jae!

    Hank

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  21. Unknown9 July 2017 at 19:06

    Wonderful write. I enjoyed reading this one aloud

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  22. Anonymous10 July 2017 at 03:27

    I often feel drunk on your words - such imaginative combinations that the tongue enjoys playing with and the mind flies away with..."a festival of foolish caravans" ahh!

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  23. annell410 July 2017 at 07:11

    Dear Sweet Jae, a poem to delight! Offers dreams, and so many if-onlys. If we don't wear our poems, perhaps they are mirrors, and we can see ourselves in our poems? So much to love!!!

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  24. Sandra10 July 2017 at 09:52

    "wear your poems " !!! lovely!

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