Friday, 19 January 2018

Void

The frost whispers a glittering welcome
We hang a wreath on the door
A plethora of leaves and berries
A wind chime breathing in the cool night air
A song to groove and soothe
Underneath the sound is a deep void
An emptiness that cannot be shaken
A final rejection
One last dance
None of which is true
We hibernate
Lie still
Under the spell of the void
Deep in the cave of our design
Like a sponge we falter
Seduced by the vinyl mirage
The frost whispers a glittering welcome
We open the door to greet it.
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  1. Old Egg20 January 2018 at 02:10

    Your words in this piece are eerily enticing just as the frost and its welcome you mention yet despite the danger you open the door to greet it. I need chapter 2 please to see what happens! Loved it.

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    1. Jae Rose20 January 2018 at 20:56

      Chapter two will come to those who wait so patiently - thank you kindly Old Egg

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  2. Sherry Blue Sky20 January 2018 at 09:18

    The frost's glittering welcome, the wreath on the door - what a beautiful scene this is! I can almost hear the tinkle of the wind chime, and the song. I love "the cave of our design". I have a cave of my own, too. Loved this one, Jae. Yes, I would like to hear who is at the door!!!

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    1. Jae Rose20 January 2018 at 20:57

      Thank you so Sherry - I hope someone good is waiting behind that door too xo

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  3. Kim M. Russell21 January 2018 at 01:04

    Glittering indeed, Jae!

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  4. Rosemary Nissen-Wade21 January 2018 at 02:41

    "None of which is true" – knowledge to hang on to.

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  5. Brendan21 January 2018 at 03:09

    The ghost you're singing a duet with is too insubstantial to recognize ... but then that's how it goes, especially in winter. Sylvia Plath went down this way. Thanks for joining in the challenge.

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  6. Sanaa Rizvi21 January 2018 at 03:15

    I can literally hear the wind chime breathing in the cool night air through your words. Beautifully done, Jae!💞

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  7. Anonymous21 January 2018 at 04:51

    Lovely imagery though the wind chime part made me think of my mother's complaining about the neighbor's wind chimes keeping her awake all night. But that's just me....
    Beautiful.

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  8. Thotpurge21 January 2018 at 05:07

    A wind chime breathing in the cool night air

    An emptiness that cannot be shaken

    - wow, those are such bleak images...wonderfully written.

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  9. Mary21 January 2018 at 05:14

    Ah - opening the door is indeed key, welcoming whatever is on the other side.

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    1. Jae Rose21 January 2018 at 15:54

      Thank you Mary - we will welcome what comes

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  10. brudberg21 January 2018 at 07:54

    I can feel the ghost walking in your footsteps... an open door is the only way

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  11. annell421 January 2018 at 08:54

    Love this one!!!! You describe my morning, Taos, New Mexico, snow at last.

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  12. rallentanda21 January 2018 at 10:20

    Lyrical and filled with beautiful images. Nice one!

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  13. ZQ21 January 2018 at 12:24

    Bravo!
    ZQ

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  14. Kim Nelson Art21 January 2018 at 12:46

    This is beautiful writing, J!
    I have not ventured into the online world of poetry for a very long time. I am so glad I did today, to read this, and to hear your healing voice. Brilliant!

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    1. Jae Rose21 January 2018 at 15:57

      Thanks so much Kim - very good to see you

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  15. Bekkie Sanchez21 January 2018 at 14:17

    I love wind chimes! Your poem reads like the chimes ringing out. It can be a sad sound.

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    1. Jae Rose21 January 2018 at 15:58

      It can be sad though in your hands it turns to happy! Thanks Bekkie

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  16. kaykuala21 January 2018 at 15:38

    Like a sponge we falter
    Seduced by the vinyl mirage
    The frost whispers a glittering welcome
    We open the door to greet it.

    Frost can be expected to be welcomed at times. Cool weather provides the cover to the drastic heat on certain days. Wonderful take Jae!

    Hank

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  17. Wendy Bourke21 January 2018 at 16:26

    'The frost whispers a glittering welcome' ~ sigh ~ what a lovely, delicate line to bookend this mesmerizing piece.

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  18. Unknown21 January 2018 at 18:26

    This poem is entrancing.

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  19. Gillena Cox21 January 2018 at 20:36

    Such a sweet treat enticing and layered
    Luvved lt

    much💝love

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  20. Susan21 January 2018 at 21:45

    My comment seems lost. Boohoo! I talked about how that void is real. I asked which is better protection from it--the social niceties or hibernation. I love the walk out into the welcoming frost.

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    1. Jae Rose21 January 2018 at 21:49

      Thank you Susan - and for coming back! I think hibernation gets my vote!

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  21. dsnake122 January 2018 at 04:56

    somehow, i am imagining soldiers in the trenches of WW1, waiting for a final charge.
    i know this is weird but this is the power of words. :)

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  22. Myrna R.22 January 2018 at 08:14

    As always, your poem made me stop and think first about the lovely scene you describe and the serenity it invokes. Then, about life and that void, which is up to us to fill or leave empty. As always, I thoroughly enjoyed reading and thinking about this.

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  23. Ellecee22 January 2018 at 08:17

    Enjoyed this so much, opening the door seems to be the key,,,

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  24. Colonialist22 January 2018 at 12:20

    Imaginative uses of the tricky words.

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  25. purplepeninportland.com22 January 2018 at 14:08

    'Deep in the cave of our design' - I love the image I see in those words. Glad to see that door is being opened.

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