Sunday, 23 July 2017

Relapse



We lie together drawing circles in the air
Embracing the rapture of another relapse
We shake not in bliss
Self loathing
Mean thoughts rolling waves
A sea of wishes and hate
The triggers light the ceiling
The broccoli boils over
We are hungry and tired
Still, we carry on
Picking the strings of hope
Trying to cast away the desire to remain still
We should delight in being
Instead each day is a war
We wish we had not been born
She presses her tiny fingers to my lips
Gives me water when there is drought
We lie together drawing circles in the air
Embracing the rapture of another relapse.
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  1. Thotpurge23 July 2017 at 01:52

    picking strings of hope while drawing circles in the air... I think there's a flicker of the positive...

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  2. Unknown23 July 2017 at 02:10

    I like this. Sometimes a relapse is oddly more comforting than getting better.

    Matt Johnson

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  3. Old Egg23 July 2017 at 02:11

    Although we laugh at Alice and her antics what boon she is for you Jae. However bad we feel it is always a comfort to have a friend close by.

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  4. Sumana Roy23 July 2017 at 02:52

    "We should delight in being
    Instead each day is a war"....These are my days too & you're a thought reader. Sigh.

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  5. Kerry O'Connor23 July 2017 at 03:14

    The emotional nature of the description is offset by the details of ceiling and broccoli pot.

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  6. Unknown23 July 2017 at 03:30

    Keep on keeping on, Jae. I seem to be saying that a lot today!

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  7. Sanaa Rizvi23 July 2017 at 03:42

    picking strings of hope while drawing circles in the air... I like how you weave hope into your poem, Jae ❤️ Beautifully penned.

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  8. Kim M. Russell23 July 2017 at 05:08

    This is such an emotional poem, Jae, it's made my chest tight - and that's after reading just the opening lines. I really identify with the lines:
    'The broccoli boils over
    We are hungry and tired
    Still, we carry on
    Picking the strings of hope'.

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  9. Julian23 July 2017 at 05:14

    Great opening lines. This really tugs at the heart strings. I read your piece of poetry twice. Emotionaly thought provoking.

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  10. Mary23 July 2017 at 05:39

    Such sadness in these lines, Jae. May the 'strings of hope' hold fast.

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  11. Rosemary Nissen-Wade23 July 2017 at 06:45

    Well, I'm a little confused because the opening and closing lines sound idyllic, delightful – but between them is a very different scenario. Maybe I'm just being dumb ... but anyway, I am happy for the water when there is drought.

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    1. Jae Rose23 July 2017 at 07:07

      You could never be dumb Rosemary - always appreciate your insight thank you

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    2. Rosemary Nissen-Wade23 July 2017 at 14:45

      Ah, now I realise belatedly that some of the words are from a list – and doing that directs us into unexpected constructions, and new ways of perception for a reader. Maybe it was just too late at night for me to apprehend the unexpected!

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  12. colorfulpen23 July 2017 at 07:10

    I especially like that first line, and this:
    'the broccoli boils over
    we are hungry and tired
    still, we carry on
    picking the strings of hope.

    I also like:
    'she presses her tiny fingers to my lips
    gives me water when there is drought.'

    Such hopefulness in those lines.

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  13. Magical Mystical Teacher23 July 2017 at 08:15

    "the rapture of a relapse"

    It probably isn't so rapturous as the moment, but what else can you do but embrace it? Courageous!

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  14. Sherry Blue Sky23 July 2017 at 08:38

    Relapse is always hard. But one knows its opposite is possible to return to. Thank heaven for water after drought, and for Alice's tiny fingers, shushing the bad wish, for she knows we all need you here. Keep plucking those strings of hope, my friend.

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  15. annell423 July 2017 at 08:42

    So much to like in your poem! And I love the image of the rocks...a favorite kind of rock, with the light stripes thorugh them! And maybe that is it? The rocks have "strings of hope"? Yes, there is "delight in being"! Your poem is evidence of that! Jae you are such a condradiction! A "pixie" at heart!

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    1. Jae Rose23 July 2017 at 08:47

      Thanks Annell - I love the thought of being a pixie xo

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  16. Unknown23 July 2017 at 08:46

    So much of this hits incredibly close to home. Great write, Jae

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  17. Jae Rose23 July 2017 at 08:48

    Thanks

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  18. indybev23 July 2017 at 10:08

    The pathos here leaves me feeling smothered with despair.

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  19. Anonymous23 July 2017 at 10:22

    Wishing you had not been born is such a waste of energy. You were, you are, and what you become is based solely on what you choose to be.

    Elizabeth

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    1. Jae Rose24 July 2017 at 01:52

      Thank you as ever for your guidance Elizabeth

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  20. ZQ23 July 2017 at 10:25

    Deep Sigh!
    ZQ

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  21. Magaly Guerrero23 July 2017 at 11:23

    I love that they continue to move beyond the exhaustion. There are days, when every single one of us must remember that.

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  22. Donna23 July 2017 at 11:29

    Very stark and emotional as I too feel I am picking at the strings of hope....so many days it feels as if we are going backward into a relapse

    Donna@LivingFromHappiness

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  23. Cressida de Nova23 July 2017 at 11:30

    Sad but excellent poem.Life is such a struggle for some.Just as well there is always chocolate and fur rugs.

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  24. Gillena Cox23 July 2017 at 11:43

    "...water when there is drought"

    That's what friends are for

    much love...

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  25. tonispencer23 July 2017 at 16:19

    I like that they keep moving no matter how tired or hungry. Sometimes you just have to do that - keep moving numbly ahead until the hope glimmer gets brighter.

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  26. Susan23 July 2017 at 16:45

    "Still, we carry on
    Picking the strings of hope"
    Thank you, thank you!

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  27. purplepeninportland.com23 July 2017 at 16:47

    Love the opening and closing lines in this, Jae. Also, 'rapture of relapse' suggests deep layers in the psyche.

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  28. Anonymous23 July 2017 at 17:02

    I may be reading more into this: there is always hope.

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  29. Wendy Bourke23 July 2017 at 17:19

    This is a hard poem to read - but such is life. We struggle through the dark days and - yes - a bit of light peaks in on us ... there is always the hope of that.

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  30. ayala23 July 2017 at 17:31

    Sigh! This resonates with me right now.

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    1. Jae Rose24 July 2017 at 01:57

      Thank you Ayala let's hope for brighter days

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  31. Angie24 July 2017 at 09:49

    Your writing typifies our banal existence with brief moments of rapture. Really nice word choice and construction

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  32. Susie Clevenger24 July 2017 at 13:02

    This fits the mood I'm in. I struggle with being accused of not listening, trying to fit into a funnel I don't want to be poured into. Life is a roller coaster. I seem to be taking all the down slides. Grab the rapture while it is there.

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    1. Jae Rose24 July 2017 at 15:43

      I hope you find your way out of the tunnel...many thanks Susie

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  33. Rommy Cortez-Driks24 July 2017 at 17:39

    Thank goodness for those small bits of tenderness when we feel drained of everything. This is such a powerful piece.

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  34. Raivenne24 July 2017 at 20:40

    'rapture of relapse' Christ that hit a little to close home. Thank goodness for my friends. Excellent piece

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  35. Magical Mystical Teacher25 July 2017 at 13:48

    A sea of wishes would be better than only a tiny puddle of them, don't you think? At least, you'd have a lot to choose from!

    My Sunday Whirl (a bit late)

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