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Rosary Beads My Only Dress

Updated on January 27, 2013


You chanted my name

In praise and devotion

You’ve been heard

You said;


“To the crippled and the blind

To the lost and the damned

To the lone bird flying in the sky” *


And now it pounds though me.

I the likeness of a quivering bow

Stretched in protective violence.


All that was promised and demanded

By national anthems and war cries and picketers spins,

spins and

spinning silk wraps form.

Cocoon;

Bleed now in the ecstasy

of new and fresh dripping wings.


I am shaken.

I am aware.

Now I feel it.


The promise of a phoenix

On fire

And swimming in a bath of ashes.



I can’t move fast enough

I can’t shut it off

I can’t be alive

Without knowing it’s touch

no option.

Just shivers running down my spine.


Like men’s hair;

I want to feel each tendril,

Like ropes between my fingers.


It plays me,

With tunes and lyric and riffs.


I gasp,

I slam the door; deliberate.

It’s a door that has no hinges so

it falls away.

I gasp.


I will dance for you.

Your call my anthem,

I will cry for you.

I will be cut for you.


I am the lost and the damned,

your rosary beads draped across my skin

enchanted; its all I want to wear.




*Quote from 'A Poem for the Freaks' by Jack Micheline


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      Cathy Nerujen 4 years ago from Edge of Reality and Known Space

      Beautiful images flood into my head reading this. Rosary beads take on a different meaning when described like this. These words :

      "...I can’t move fast enough

      I can’t shut it off

      I can’t be alive

      Without knowing it’s touch

      no option.

      Just shivers running down my spine..."

      This is words struggling for meaning and for survival, a mind searching for understanding... the sense of needing to feel something just to know we are alive... I need to read them again and again to enjoy every morsel on the hub page...

      I am remembering a great lady hubber from long ago here, a few years ago named Summer Steward. Your work reminds me of her work. Sorry for any error or confusion if I speak out of place. But your work is begging to be inside the covers of books. This is Quality. Any book editor would kill to have a writer like you on their lists.

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      frankieonfire 4 years ago from Eureka, CA

      Hello my favorite fan. Astra you are so very astute and you are right. It is I. The fact that you recognized me after years just through my writing is astounding to me. I've always liked the name Frankie, makes me think of a bad ass unafraid chick. Sometimes fear holds me back from sharing my work because it is so dark. Pretty dark with dark history and some truths people close to me won't hear. So a more anonymous pen name is my solution... though she may yet become a character...

      Your words give me hope. I would love to see my words in a book or two, unfortunately I lost a lot of my writings when my computer died. Only 2 of them I miss. 2 of my best pieces and about my worst moments. Writing them healed me. Really makes me wish I hadn't deleted all my old hubs.

      Astra- thanks for your kind words and for recognizing my voice. You are amazing.

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      Cathy Nerujen 4 years ago from Edge of Reality and Known Space

      Hehehe.... so it IS you. Wow. Then I have to say hello again. :)

      I do remember reading your writing and wondering what became of you. I love your writing, as it is so immersive. I just have a thing for unrestrained imaginations... in writing I mean. Your viewpoint and how you tell it, write it down... is so fresh and true to itself. One read of your words and that is sensed straight away.

      I get the Frankie name thing. I understand. The Astra name I use sort of hid me from view for a while, but I want people to read me and not see some um... front I put up from way back. LOL. I came out of the shadows a while back.

      Frankie, (may I call you this, I guess it will do...) we all have dark stuff in our lives and yes it holds us back. Not wanting to be hurt is totally obvious to all of us, since we don't want that pain that comes with things after it. Yes it can seem better to not tell stuff that our close family might not be okay with...

      You will find ways to tell those amazing stories because inside them are lessons learned and made for sharing. There are beautiful moments, and beautiful people and momentous things there we want to keep and share. No matter how awful some things may seem, writing them down, shaping them in to what you write is a way of making sense of it and reconciling with it... or with ourselves.

      Sorry to hear your PC took a hit. I know that writing and healing can be the same thing. Oh please back up your writing in future, okay?

      Yes I meant that about the book publishing. The name can be any name as long as the writing is from your own heart. I am soon publishing my own book of poetry. I took the jump and I don't regret it. I will keep writing because I write from the heart. And I have sweet inspiration helping me. Feel free to check out some of my recent poems if you like. My poems are never too long. LOL.

      Oh yes, you should create a blog so you can sell your writing on it, at some point. Have a sweet day, Frankie. :)

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      Jose Velasquez 3 years ago from Lodi, New Jersey

      This is a bit beyond my comprehension level. I can't help but think I have to know more about you, to get all the references. Perhaps you can give me your interpretation and then I can read it and see if I see what you see.

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      frankieonfire 3 years ago from Eureka, CA

      This poem is sorta a prayer - my relationship to GOD and how I find him. I find GOD in the people around me - in the works of writers and the actions of the world - all offer lessons - sometimes I fight those lessons with every fiber in my being - refusing to heed to consequences of others as tools - rather I need to learn each and every heartache on my own terms. Sometimes though - GODS voice is louder - I suppose thats what this is about. Jack Micheline is my favorite poet - you may find his tone inspiring more than one of my poems. Thanks so much Philly for reading my cryptic verse.

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      Jose Velasquez 3 years ago from Lodi, New Jersey

      I see it, more so in the second half of the poem. A couple verses still confuse me. Actually the first three verses, but one in particular that I like but I cant see where it fits.

      "And now it pounds though me.

      I the likeness of a quivering bow

      Stretched in protective violence."

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      frankieonfire 3 years ago from Eureka, CA

      The first half I suppose is about acceptance - Accepting my power too. I have been learning more and more that God doesn't give talents without reason - that there are certain reasons or expectations. When I fight myself - I fight what God intends... whether its for me or a lesson someone else may learn through me. Through my writing and other worldly talents there is an expectation or realization that I too am one of those tools to teach lessons. ' and now it pounds through me' - this is the voice of GOD - the feeling of God - the realization of greater purpose.. Make sense without too much pretentiousness?

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      Jose Velasquez 3 years ago from Lodi, New Jersey

      Ok. I see it now, The bow reference is your acknowledgement that you are an instrument with a purpose. I have one small critique. Your fourth line should go with the second verse. This confused me a lot, and was part of the reason I got lost.

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      frankieonfire 3 years ago from Eureka, CA

      I appreciate the critique - I must confess I have never used rules or any sort of teaching for my poems - I rarely even know what they mean when I begin it to write - it just flows out and that's that. I need to get more experience though using some rules or structures. Can't hurt can it?

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      Jose Velasquez 3 years ago from Lodi, New Jersey

      It helps the reader out a little. I'd prefer vocals to every poem I read, that way I can get a better appreciation of the passion in the words, but in the absence of vocals a good structure is the next best thing.

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