Saturday, 3 March 2018

Buttons

Our arms fall apart at the church of blue buttons
Father comes to tea
We haul his body from the closet
Dust off the shirt and tie
Our mind is sharp
A tangle of scars
Small bars and snarling hearths
We choose our years carefully
We have to be sure
Measure the cloth and come to a conclusion
We saw the end in the dusty trunk
But now we rise
Slowly
Carefully
Our arms fall apart at the church of blue buttons.
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  1. Old Egg3 March 2018 at 21:05

    This piece is quite nightmarish in the allusions and hints presented. However "But now we rise, slowly, carefully..." hopefully indicating it's all been but a dream.

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    1. Jae Rose4 March 2018 at 00:44

      I hope it is but a dream - thank you Old Egg

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  2. Thotpurge4 March 2018 at 00:14

    It's what we do with memories isn't it, choose the years and the remembrances carefully...just enough to survive another day. Wonderful writing.

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  3. Mary4 March 2018 at 05:36

    I do like the imagery - "church of blue buttons" leaves an impact.

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  4. annell44 March 2018 at 06:01

    A most creative write!!!

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  5. Donna4 March 2018 at 07:08

    I got a chill as I read your first line, and then it continued throughout....almost a nightmare, but true to life it seems....there is some hope near the end so I will clasp tight to it. Hope you are well. Thinking of you and sending hugs!

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    1. Jae Rose4 March 2018 at 07:09

      Thank you very much Donna and best wishes back

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  6. Magaly Guerrero4 March 2018 at 07:11

    This might be the creepiest tea party I've ever attended...

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  7. Ann (bunnygirl)4 March 2018 at 07:24

    If only I could choose my years, carefully or not!

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  8. Sherry Blue Sky4 March 2018 at 07:39

    The church of blue buttons is a wonderfully original idea, as are all your images. Those arms falling off and hauling father out of the closet and dusting him off is eerie, in a humourous kind of way. Beware the snarling hearth. And the tea, come to think of it! Smiles. This poem was fun to read, full of the unexpected. Your poems are like no one else's and that is why i love them.

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    1. Jae Rose4 March 2018 at 07:40

      Thank you Sherry - what a lovely comment

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  9. Anonymous4 March 2018 at 08:27

    This is unexpected and different, but in such a good way. I like where the words took you.

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  10. brudberg4 March 2018 at 09:05

    The father's body in the closet brings up such an eerie mood... Love it.

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  11. colleen4 March 2018 at 10:31

    Ah, to pick years like clothes. I love the church of blue buttons.

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  12. Gillena Cox4 March 2018 at 11:04

    "We choose our years carefully
    We have to be sure
    Measure the cloth and come to a conclusion"

    For me these are crucial lines to the drama and intrigue of your plot

    Thanks for dropping by my Sunday Standard today

    much love...

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  13. Sanaa Rizvi4 March 2018 at 11:09

    This is incredibly eerie and haunting, Jae! Sometimes we cannot supress those memories as they emerge out of the back of our minds.

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  14. Neeraj Khanka4 March 2018 at 11:14

    Creepy memories....Memories can be good or bad - upon us to choose and visit.

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  15. Anonymous4 March 2018 at 11:33

    Inviting some great mind-pictures, like losing the thread on one of the blue buttons mid-sermon.

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  16. tonispencer4 March 2018 at 11:56

    The church of blue buttons - what an image! This poem to me is surreal rather than eerie, choosing our memories - your writing is so unique and never fails to surprise or to please.

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  17. Rosemary Nissen-Wade4 March 2018 at 13:49

    As always, full of arresting, vivid images. I'm particularly struck by:

    Our mind is sharp
    A tangle of scars
    Small bars and snarling hearths

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  18. dsnake14 March 2018 at 16:25

    oh, this is quite nightmarish and dark and surreal. the imagery is very vivid. tell me this is just a dream. :)

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  19. Magical Mystical Teacher4 March 2018 at 16:45

    Masterful use of the prompt words, Jae! Every once in a while I read a poem with envy and say, "I wish I had written that." This is one of those poems.

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  20. Wendy Bourke4 March 2018 at 17:16

    'the church of blue buttons' ... what a fantastic, layered, emotive - and truly brilliant - image, to pin a tangle of scars upon. Awesome writing!

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  21. Rob Jackson4 March 2018 at 18:57

    Very interesting poem. Has me thinking.

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  22. kaykuala5 March 2018 at 01:54

    We choose our years carefully
    We have to be sure

    Memories may not bring back events one wants to remember. One chooses carefully lest one remembers the disappointing ones. Very true Jae!

    Hank

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  23. Cressida de Nova5 March 2018 at 04:48

    Ha ha ,,,the Church of blue buttons. I suppose it is all possible now since insanity rules everything.

    This reminds me of Norman Bates in a scene from 'Pyscho" when he takes tea with his dead mother.

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  24. Myrna R.5 March 2018 at 07:44

    Yes we do 'measure' or judge our past but often not that carefully and we merely create a story in our minds. Loved the pictures you create here. You're always so creative.

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