Sunday, 3 February 2019

Vanish

It's like you vanished
Turned invisible she giggles
We are standing under the streetlight
Moths fluttering in the night
Glitter on her face
Chasing dreams
She sings a song
Quickly and quietly
It sends ripples across the pond
Like sinking stones
We are off the bat
Sitting trial
A chill swipes across our backs
We curl up
Shy signals and hints
We file and mine them
Collect them
Inhibit a tough time
It's like you vanished she says
I can't disagree.
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13 comments:

  1. Old Egg3 February 2019 at 00:56

    It's a fact we often feel this way about friends that we see no more. I love that chilly loneliness you have in the poem which is all about regret.

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  2. Anita Sabat3 February 2019 at 01:59

    Always fun to reappear after a vanishing act :)
    Memories stay after people have vanished. Nice words.

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  3. Colonialist3 February 2019 at 01:59

    Enjoyable reading. This part particularly appeals:

    She sings a song
    Quickly and quietly
    It sends ripples across the pond
    Like sinking stones

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  4. Magical Mystical Teacher3 February 2019 at 06:18

    The songs, the stones, the signals--all these devices serve to propel the story forward to...the seeming vanishing point, where we are left with Alice, shaking our heads in wonder and relief.

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  5. Mary3 February 2019 at 06:21

    Indeed it is a tough time! Hopefully better times are on the horizon.

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  6. Sherry Blue Sky3 February 2019 at 06:53

    Sometimes we retreat and it is like we vanished. Sometimes the world feels distant. But it is right outside our door, waiting for us to love it. Have a peaceful Sunday, my friend.

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  7. Rommy Cortez-Driks3 February 2019 at 06:54

    But there are ripples left behind even in the vanishing

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  8. annell43 February 2019 at 07:17

    There are times, we aren't even present for ourselves. I love this write, "Under the street light, Moths fluttering in the night, Glitter on her face, Chasing dreams!" Wonderful words!!!

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  9. Myrna R.3 February 2019 at 07:55

    I can relate to the idea of vanishing during tough times. It's like our essence seems to disappear. But we come back as you have. Nice to read you again.

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  10. brudberg3 February 2019 at 08:04

    I know that you are there... you left footprints in the snow.

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  11. Whitesnake4 February 2019 at 10:49

    I love being able to lose myself and disappear for awhile.

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  12. purplepeninportland.com5 February 2019 at 16:59

    "She sings a song
    Quickly and quietly
    It sends ripples across the pond
    Like sinking stones"

    This writing feels like a heavy loneliness. Giggles are meant as hope, I hope.
    Good to read your writing again, Jae.

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  13. KB5 February 2019 at 18:58

    There have been times in my life I would have loved to vanish. Nicely done

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