Sunday, 21 July 2019

Sage

The sage brush drifts in through the window
We are singing poems
Gently
Under our breath
Everything feels dizzy and light
We want to run but the rocks in our shoes halt us
We are quite happy
Lying in the sun
Counting leaves
Everything a blur
A magical dream
It is the simple things which keep us busy
Everything is fine when we think of them
It's so easy to tumble down
But we grip the edge with all our might
As night falls the smoke subsides
Heavy clouds signal a charm
How many wishes will we wait for
We wash the sage from our fingers and lie softly together.
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16 comments:

  1. ayala21 July 2019 at 04:24

    The simple things are the best things.

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  2. Mary21 July 2019 at 04:34

    Ah, sometimes it is the simple things that matter most. I like the sweet ending, the lying together!

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  3. Magaly Guerrero21 July 2019 at 04:44

    I love that thought about the simple things. They are the ones that keep us busy, indeed... and going too.

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  4. Old Egg21 July 2019 at 05:19

    Whata beautiful calming and reassuring poem this is Jae.

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  5. Magical Mystical Teacher21 July 2019 at 05:46

    Those rocks in the shoes are so annoying! They have one purpose only: to keep you from singing poems. Ignore them. Sing anyway!

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  6. Rommy Cortez-Driks21 July 2019 at 07:24

    The rocks in their shoes may keep them earth bound, but those simple things have a charm of their own to keep their spirits buoyant.

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  7. Sherry Blue Sky21 July 2019 at 07:38

    The smell of sage takes me back to Kelowna, where I grew up. The bare brown hillsides are dotted with sage. It is desert-like there. Hold tight to that edge. Dont fall too far into that dream. Smiles.

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  8. Gillena Cox21 July 2019 at 07:54

    Ah those simple things, may they always inspire us
    Happy you dropped by my sumie Sunday today Jae

    Much❤🕊❤love

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  9. Cressida de Nova21 July 2019 at 08:07

    A lovely gentleness about this one. Enjoyed it !

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  10. H. Hennenburg21 July 2019 at 10:00

    Intoxicating and lovely.

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  11. Myrna R.21 July 2019 at 16:50

    I like the tenderness in this. Its softness feels, to me, to be full of hope.

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  12. Wendy Bourke21 July 2019 at 17:57

    'We are quite happy
    Lying in the sun
    Counting leaves
    Everything a blur
    A magical dream'

    I am there ~ sigh ~

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  13. Vivian Zems21 July 2019 at 19:15

    What a peaceful scene, Jay.

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  14. Thotpurge21 July 2019 at 22:31

    How many wishes will we wait for
    ... that brought on such a great sadness.. a poignant write!

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  15. dsnake122 July 2019 at 04:46

    ah, it should be the simple things that keep us busy but we tend to over-complicate them.
    and i like the happy ending. :)

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  16. Colonialist22 July 2019 at 13:28

    Sage words, indeed.

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