Wednesday, 17 January 2018

Soul

The soul waits for absolution
Swallows little white pills to sleep
Waits in a drafty corridor
Catching dreams
Always cold
The blankets tuck around the body
There is a disconnect between physics and thought
Her tiny fingers interlace with mine
The smell of washing overrides the pebble dashed walls
We can no longer breathe in peace
We walk in circles
Think in circles
Time to pass
(Whether we want it to or not)
The soul waits for absolution
Swallows little white pills to sleep.
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  1. Sumana Roy17 January 2018 at 04:26

    "We walk in circles
    Think in circles
    Time to pass"....This is modern times. So pathetic. We can't escape it. Sigh. But meanwhile that interlace thing is a beauty :)

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  2. hyperCRYPTICal17 January 2018 at 04:49

    How, at times, our conscience /fear/anguish interrupts our ability to sleep, and makes the burden of our troubled thoughts so much bigger.
    Sometimes our only resort is those little white pills...
    A deep and honest write Jae.
    Anna :o]

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  3. Susan17 January 2018 at 06:03

    This poem sits right at the edge of that "disconnect"! Reading it, I feel the cold. The soul wants. Wow!

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  4. Sanaa Rizvi17 January 2018 at 07:42

    'The soul waits for absolution'.. sigh.. this is so beautifully deep and true!💞

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  5. Sherry Blue Sky17 January 2018 at 09:06

    This poem is so lovely. I especially am struck by "the pebble dashed walls." And the soul waiting for absolution. Am glad those small fingers are still holding yours. I hope, soon, you can breathe in peace, my friend.

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  6. Rob Jackson17 January 2018 at 12:59

    I'm definitely feeling like this these days. My thoughts circling between the world and what my soul wants. Thank you for this poem!

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  7. Sarah Russell17 January 2018 at 14:02

    Late in getting my comments to you. Deeply honest, Jae Rose. Hang on to that small hand. I think it will guide you.

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  8. Myrna R.17 January 2018 at 14:40

    Beautifully sad. I guess absolution is withheld as well as given by the soul. I pray for the soul's generosity, that it gives (you) peace.

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    1. Jae Rose17 January 2018 at 17:33

      Thank you Myrna - May that prayer be heard

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  9. Old Egg17 January 2018 at 15:41

    Often with your writing Jae we look for a secret message rather than savouring your words and how they play together. I don't think you should feel guilty for the hurt you feel as life is such an enigma. Meanwhile my pill ration increases and I hate everyone of them!

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    1. Jae Rose17 January 2018 at 17:35

      Thank you Old Egg - and I think it is wise to hate those pills

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  10. kaykuala17 January 2018 at 22:41

    The soul waits for absolution
    Swallows little white pills to sleep.

    The white pills may not provide the right solution, still many take to them

    Hank

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  11. Kim M. Russell18 January 2018 at 00:41

    An amazing image - a self-medicating soul waiting in a drafty corridor. Your poem made me cry, Jae - it reminded me of my mother.

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    1. Jae Rose18 January 2018 at 02:15

      Thank you Kim - although I'm sorry to have made you cry

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  12. purplepeninportland.com18 January 2018 at 05:45

    What a haunting image- 'soul waits in a drafty corridor catching dreams'. I got a chill up my spine reading this. So beautifully written from a place deep inside.

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  13. Debi Swim18 January 2018 at 06:17

    I enter your world through your pages and oddly it seems similar to mine. You have a way of touching the everyman in us.

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  14. brudberg18 January 2018 at 06:38

    That walking in circles really works as a kind of prison... do we break free with sleep?

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  15. Khaya Ronkainen18 January 2018 at 09:35

    Yeah, I can visualise the speaker walking and thinking in circles, and eventually popping those little white pills. Oh, why can't the soul be absolved! Powerful write as usual, Jae!

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  16. Susan Anderson18 January 2018 at 14:15

    You paint an apt picture of a sad situation. Well done.

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  17. Bekkie Sanchez19 January 2018 at 10:24

    Very well said. We are all walking in circles these days, Jae.

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  18. Magical Mystical Teacher20 January 2018 at 13:37

    Absolution for the soul comes in many forms, I think. Some are more effective than others. The trick is to find what works and what doesn't.

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  19. Fascinating Quest21 January 2018 at 11:53

    'Time to pass'... Reading your poem reminded me of a long discussion with someone about how we (each of us) have limited time (life is short, unpredictable) and yet we have 'time to pass doing nothing meaningful'.
    It is a struggle to stay on the path to absolution.

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