Friday, 12 January 2018

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We touch each others cold hands in the middle of the night
Stars like wistful children playing under the moon
It's just a game she squeals
I hear her speak
Just like you
The same thoughts go round and round
Like gravity
We all fall down
She takes a grain of salt
Throws it over her right shoulder
We are home I think
She leans into me
Her breath is gentle
Like a slow train gurgling through the shade
No time for superstitions
We are chicken shit
January sane
I will take a figure
Measure things out
She will be there
Of course
And eventually all will be well
I watch her face
It is calm and still
Asleep in the cold touch of night.

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  1. Old Egg13 January 2018 at 01:50

    This beautifully written Jae. What a captivating and descriptive piece this is with that undercurrent of sadness running through it.

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  2. Sherry Blue Sky13 January 2018 at 07:48

    SO beautiful! I love "Stars like wistful children playing under the moon." Wow! Love "We are home, I think" and "January sane." I love your voice in this one, Jae. Lovely writing.

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  3. Kim M. Russell14 January 2018 at 01:20

    A gentle poem that touches the soul, Jae. I especially love:
    'Stars like wistful children playing under the moon'
    and
    'Like a slow train gurgling through the shade'.

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  4. Sanaa Rizvi14 January 2018 at 02:29

    'Stars like wistful children playing under the moon'.. this is so beautiful!

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  5. Rommy Cortez-Driks14 January 2018 at 03:22

    What an interesting phrase January sane is! I don't know if it was your intention, put that pairing brings up in my mind the soberness and lack of celebration in January, so necessary after the excesses in November and December where I live.

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  6. Anonymous14 January 2018 at 03:39

    salt over the shoulder was a nice touch too - getting rid of demons is half the battle and Janus looks forward to sanity and back....

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    1. Jae Rose14 January 2018 at 04:08

      Thanks for spotting the salt - thanks telltale

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  7. Mary14 January 2018 at 04:46

    Yes, we have to hope (in every situation) that all will be well, that someone /something will be there for us, that the thoughts that go round and round will eventually lead somewhere special, that when we fall asleep all will be calm and still!

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  8. Magical Mystical Teacher14 January 2018 at 06:36

    So many untoward things going on in this poem, and yet, as the speaker says, "Eventually all will be well." I take comfort in that note of hope, even as the storms rage!

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  9. Truedessa14 January 2018 at 07:09

    Salt over the left shoulder to reverse bad luck and eventually everything will turn out alright. I like the hope, we always need hope.

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  10. dsnake114 January 2018 at 07:13

    a gentle voice, with a dash of quiet optimism. love it! :)

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  11. annell414 January 2018 at 08:01

    This is certainly one of favorites!!! All are wonderful, but this is especially so. xoxo

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  12. brudberg14 January 2018 at 08:04

    There is some comfort in facing gravity together... but still we fall

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  13. indybev14 January 2018 at 08:19

    January sane ... what fun words to consider! Good write

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  14. Anonymous14 January 2018 at 08:33

    This one is comforting in so many ways. Glad to be back, have missed you.

    Elizabeth

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    1. Jae Rose14 January 2018 at 08:35

      Thanks Elizabeth and good to see you back too :)

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  15. Gillena Cox14 January 2018 at 10:29

    Luv the slow pace of this poem edged with the caution of superstition. A little salt over the right shoulder.
    Thanks forbdropping by My Sunday Standard today

    Much💝love

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  16. Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger14 January 2018 at 13:07

    This feels so comforting--just a beautiful write!

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  17. Rosemary Nissen-Wade14 January 2018 at 16:27

    I particularly love the same lines Kim picked, and the calm towards the close.

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  18. Wendy Bourke14 January 2018 at 17:31

    Beautifully written ... there is a delicacy to the piece that imbues it with a wistful sadness, in places, that is somewhat discordant with the ideal of 'home' ... but, that is, of course, often closer to the reality of it.

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    1. Jae Rose14 January 2018 at 21:16

      Home is indeed conflicted thank you Wendy

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  19. J Cosmo Newbery15 January 2018 at 01:44

    That has a lovely hopeful, optimistic feel to it. But, perversely considering what I just wrote, I do like "We are chicken shit". I says so much.

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    1. Jae Rose15 January 2018 at 02:59

      Thanks J Cosmo - I wasn't sure about that line glad you liked it!

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  20. hyperCRYPTICal15 January 2018 at 01:56

    Intriguing Jae and I too am struck with 'January sane'. I see sadness too, but it appears your friend keeps you feeling safe - and that is good.
    Anna :o]

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  21. Magaly Guerrero15 January 2018 at 07:39

    Nothing brings on the sanity as a January for of cold and harshness.

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  22. Colonialist15 January 2018 at 13:39

    Measured out, that all will be well. I like that idea.

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  23. kaykuala15 January 2018 at 21:08

    It is calm and still
    Asleep in the cold touch of night.

    A baby falling asleep is such an reassuring phenomena!

    Hank

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