Sunday, 11 February 2018

Blister

We wash yesterday's blisters
Soften the skin
Make it numb and sad
A building in each hand
A frozen rope
A coffee cup
Rasping hazy saint
It is a crazy kind of existence
Entombed in cans
Folded in earth
We long for mountains
A wish of paintings
Still and even
Instead we have holy gusts
A poor home
Broken skin
We wash yesterday's blisters
Soften the skin
Make it numb and sad.
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19 comments:

  1. Magical Mystical Teacher11 February 2018 at 06:21

    I think existence is crazy, no matter how you look at it. However, writing poetry does some to blunt some of the craziness!

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  2. Mary11 February 2018 at 06:47

    Oh yes, we do yearn for those mountains! Despite yesterday's blisters, the mountains give hope.

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  3. Sherry Blue Sky11 February 2018 at 07:30

    "Folded in earth, we long for mountains." Yes, we do. Something to raise our eyes upward. Have a sweet Sunday, Jae.

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  4. brudberg11 February 2018 at 08:08

    Oh how we wish for mountains and horizons... being tethered into now can be so painful

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  5. Sanaa Rizvi11 February 2018 at 08:10

    "Folded in earth, we long for mountains." Such longing in this!!

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  6. Donna11 February 2018 at 09:05

    Oh what a sad life of longing when all we have is...

    'A poor home
    Broken skin
    We wash yesterday's blisters
    Soften the skin
    Make it numb and sad.'

    I am happy to say those blisters are no longer numb for me although I have to be careful lest I succumb to the numbing again.

    Donna@LivingFromHappiness

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  7. Maude Lynn11 February 2018 at 09:55

    "It is a crazy kind of existence"

    Just perfect line placement.

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  8. Truedessa11 February 2018 at 13:03

    We long for mountains, fresh air so we can breathe.

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  9. Rosemary Nissen-Wade11 February 2018 at 13:07

    Mountains and "a wish of paintings" are good longings! Not to long would be worse, I think. While one longs, one is not resigned.

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  10. ZQ11 February 2018 at 13:44

    Sad but true! Right on target Jae.
    ZQ

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  11. ✿11 February 2018 at 16:16

    "Rasping hazy saint" ... I love this line, and the first three.

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  12. tonispencer11 February 2018 at 18:10

    Folded in the earth we long for mountains...what an amazing line. So much longing in this. Have a happy week.

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  13. Myrna R.11 February 2018 at 18:20

    Yes, it is a crazy existence. Hopefully, we can soften the blisters and see mountains - glimpses of stability.

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  14. kaykuala12 February 2018 at 03:18

    We wash yesterday's blisters
    Soften the skin
    Make it numb and sad.

    One has to take pains to nurture it. It needs the support of those dear to their heart!

    Hank

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  15. Anonymous12 February 2018 at 07:40

    I sometimes spend to much time washing yesterday's blisters and have to give myself a nudge. Thank you for supplying me with one,,, :-)

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  16. Anonymous12 February 2018 at 07:42

    I sometimes spend to much time washing yesterday's blisters, I need a nudge to move forward, thank you for the nudge :-)

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  17. Anonymous12 February 2018 at 13:35

    More of your telling quick bursts of fire, all hitting the mark.

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  18. Anonymous12 February 2018 at 13:37

    Telling bursts!

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  19. Old Egg12 February 2018 at 16:53

    I don't think anyone writes so well as you Jae about their inner torments and sad vision of life. I am always hoping you will climb to the top of the hill and see how beautiful the world is and write about that.

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