my name is Jane and this is my story

There is a common thread running through two separate poems I posted previously in my Trashy collection, so now I'm tinkling around with it by adding a third one to complete the thought. Hope it works.




my name is Jane and this is my story: A TRILOGY


ONE:

love story

let’s do something
different today

let’s take a trip
to September of 1948

let’s dress up
as a Hollywood couple

let’s do a stunt
and scale the steepest cliff

let’s pose for the camera
and kiss like there’s no tomorrow

let’s write our own script
of seduction, love, lust and betrayal

let’s rehearse our lines
for the riveting, tear jerking last scene

let’s give me your best acting
pretend you love me more than you love her

let’s make a pact
that you will not hold me back on my way down



TWO:

once upon a time


he says it’s sacred
so they must...must keep it
their sweet little secret

whenever she misses him
she lays down on a bed of letters
this is where he is
when he is not here

as soon as her eyes close
she can feel the steel tip
his love infused fountain pen
pushing hard and harder
into the exquisite stationery
leaving one unmistakable
pregnant chad

afterwards she swoons over
every trace of saliva he left
on the linen envelopes
each sealed with a lie



THREE:

the conclusion


water is my birth sign
I had no desire to
come back to land

a pair of serious eyes
looks into mine

(it’s not him)

my new white knight
found saline content
in my water filled lungs
most likely from the ocean
but it could also be tears

before he leaves the
climate controlled room
he gently tags my toe
Jane Doe

Ooooo... what a climax. Whether it's a metaphorical fatality or an actual death it's an unexpected ending. And it does justice to the preceding two poems.

I loved the matter-of-fact reference to the 'climate controlled room' - a clinical ending to a doomed affair.

H

I love

water is my birth sign
I had no desire to
come back to land

For a brief moment I thought of child birth but that romantic hope was dashed. Very good Haunted and I like how the trilogy runs

A mysterious and fitting end to what is now a trilogy haunted. I have my theories ...
1948. Now a date in litnet history at least in 2010.

love John

Thanks you guys, thanks for endorsing the trilogy concept. I didn't know if I could pull it off, being that they are quite different in style and tone. Not really sure if poems in a trilogy need to resemble one another. I hope someone will enlighten me.

Thanks for the Ooooo's Hill. It's supposed to be a real death, picking up from the last line in the first poem, and I was going to describe her whitened skin and what she's wearing, and then I forgot all about it! :D

Delta, now you got me worried, I don't want any allusions to childbirth...what can I change to steer away from it? Maybe just taking out the word birth: "water is my sign"?

Ha Jerry, 1948 indeed. I have you to thank, for your overwhelming enthusiasm with Love Story when I first posted it, and later your Crash 1948 that keeps it alive. Now who is John, the bellboy in your poem?

He shares Jane's surname.

*duh* How could I not know? He's on the next table.

The trilogy title drew me in immediately and the new third part fits nicely with the others but the last line - spooky though it is - is a problem because it seems to imply retroactively that this is a poem about the circumstance of being a woman per se, "Jane Doe" being a virtual synonym for Everywoman.

Dear Jane Doe ~ this was awesome!

I had read the other two in your prior post and I really like how you tied in

Quote:

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let’s make a pact
that you will not hold me back on my way down

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:thumbsup:

I remember wondering how that was related to Your poem Love Story. Is that part of what inspired the final in the trilogy or was this being planned the whole time?

Enjoyed it very much, Haunted.

kittypaws

Thanks for your comment Prince, it's not Everywoman, although I know exactly why you would think that. Her body wasn't identified so they gave her the generic name Jane Doe. I wanted to show that no one came to identify her, she is all alone in this world even though she thinks "he" is with her. But it's all a lie.

Thanks so much Kitty. No, I didn't plan to write a trilogy. The first 2 are standalones and unrelated to each other. One was written for the picture poetry contest and the other one for the subject contest so each is self contained. It just occurred to me that I can make a trilogy because the commonality their share with 1948, and the third one picks up where the first one left off to tie all three together.

I remember 1948
as though I never was there.
I did not see you in that street,
stood in the light of the diner
and I never flinched
not for an instant,
when you tripped.
I had no fingers in my gloves
and I remembered
not to save you.

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Jerrybaldy

I remember 1948
as though I never was there.
I did not see you in that street,
stood in the light of the diner
and I never flinched
not for an instant,
when you tripped.
I had no fingers in my gloves
and I remembered
not to save you.

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I didn't read
your response to Haunted's latest poem
but if I had
I wouldn't not have liked it.

(Apologies, Haunted, for butting in.)

Jerry, are you referencing my old signature of not to be rescued?

Yes and also the last line of 'Love Story' :)

I'm honored that you remember :)

It was a great signature

Should I restore it? Or is this one better?

Go with your heart. Unless your head speaks louder, in which case, go with your head. If your heart isn't happy with your head go with your heart unless your head tells you otherwise.

JerryB
Here to help :coolgleamA:

good Lord, Jerry went all philosophical on me!

right now my head says "gone". Don't know what my heart has to say, it's on vacation.

Attention shoppers!

No more Trilogy. Jane is dead and reborn as a standalone poem in the Trashy Collection. But she gratefully thanks everyone for their kind comments and moral support.

My name is Jane and...

Sorry I missed this Haunted. Once again, you have managed to portray some excellent pieces of work.
xo

thanks Mary. I wish you came sooner too, you never missed a party...

Sorry :(