Uniformity

Not a diamond in the ruff

Just another brick in the wall

A needle in a haystack

Overlooked and unfound

Not born to stand out but made to fit in

All in white, we move in accord

Sleep in tandem, eat as one, work in unison

Our very own Anthem, we tread forth

Mason houses line the exemplary streets

Nothing out of place the whole eye can see

No different than those vermillion residences

We swallow our independent inclinations

Not a diamond in the ruff

Just another brick in the wall

 

Updates and free writing

Hello to those of you who are here. It’s been a busy few months but I’ve tried to post every Friday. I’ve just finished school am so excited to be able to simply write more. To get back to growing with words. School takes up so much time but it’s all been worth it and now I can concentrate on writing. I’m thinking of free writing every now and then, just putting down whatever is on my mind or in my heart in those moments. I’m also considering getting back to writing short stories and flash fiction as I dive into improving upon my craft. There will be lots of experiments ahead here. I look forward to reading more posts of yours as well. Have a beautiful day and be kind to yourself.

-Shanks

The Sand & the Dune

You are the fork and I am the spoon

I am the caterpillar, you’re the cocoon

You are the lyrics and I am the tune

I am the sand and you are the dune

You are the sun and I am the moon

I am the land and you’re the monsoon

You are the needle and I’m the balloon;

I am the air and now I’m renewed

Evolution of Five Memorial Day Weekends

One

Three familiar faces gather, plus a less familiar one

Six months away for school but back to stay

Four food orders eaten, one long game to play

It started in the booths and ended in the bed

Of a truck that despite some rust was painted red

The wind of the end of May sleepily passing

As midnight rolled by around them without notice

Sitting diagonally, not exchanging many words

Two sets of eyes chanced various meetings

Quickly locking, noting, fleeting, no dare of believing

Neither were aware of what lied ahead; so instead 

They sat, cards in hand, secrets in head, in the truck bed

Two

They sat, hearts in hand, pieces scraping skin, in the sedan

The journey behind them had been blustery but beautiful

While the stretch ahead would be choppy as ever

The ship they had built, filled with endearment and hope,

Propelled by mutual encouragement, their kind of “perfect”

Held an irreparable tear they failingly tried to patch up

Like swimming in quicksand, the tear stood its ground

A distressing week lead up to the inevitable truth:

it was time to jump ship, swim to the shore of friendship

Three

Gathered again around a table were the faces of four

Ever familiar by now, each with the other closer than before

The two sets of eyes still glanced at one another

Less equally, frequently, and with a new sense of meeting

At the shore of friendship they’d managed to remain

Made it out of the ocean though only one unscathed

The other was a different story, still wandering out to the buoy

Lost in what once was, longing for that ship to roam the sea

For the hull to be renewed, sails pulled up high

Needing to look up and see the other missing set of eyes

Four

The other looked up, across, then all around

But the missing set of eyes was nowhere to be found

The other slowly realized the road in front was as clear

As the material that made up the body of the hourglass

That held the numbered grains of love that had passed

The missing set of eyes was gone and would not return

No rhyme or reason stated; cut off all communication

Here today gone tomorrow, so the idiom fairly stated

“If you love them, let them go” is easier said than done

Yet a life without the other set of eyes had just begun

Five

In a four-door of a different color, the other sat

Mind anew, goals in view, and heart in tact

Venturing home to another threshold and bed

A life without the other set of eyes well in motion

And though at times, the mind would descend

Into the rearview mirror of the past

Seeing the missing set of eyes, the face 

That held such a big place in the other’s heart

But in this time apart, it had become apparent

Grateful for the increased strength, love, and lessons

It was without question now a lucid discovery

The other had been too incoherent to see

How different the two sets of eyes would grow to be

Anatomy of Writing

These letters are dancing across the page,

and as you read them

I wonder if you’re taking them in

Breathing them into your lungs

digesting them into your bloodstream

or if they’ll simply disappear as you exhale

They were formed in the innermost part of my core

Rose from the dust of my bones

and slithered through my veins

Where my blood ebbs and flows, to and fro

Heart to brain, head to toe

Pen was lifted as words were shifted

The hemispheres of my thinking organ

Carefully crafting the right words

To see you. To feel you. To reach you.

You

Are a walking

breathing

loving

thinking

nurturing

worrying

sleeping

dreaming

crying

creating

falling

standing

reaching

smiling

working

living form of art.

And don’t you ever forget it.

I long to paint the sky. For colors to blend and bleed and slip around the sunset. To wash over the warmth of the wind as it weaves in waves of wonder. For what is the color of beauty? What hues do you see when it’s brushed across the horizon? Which tones are muted and hints are highlighted? To each their own beauty.

The Forest and the Trees

Those trees out at the park

You know the ones

They saw the full-faced smiles

Quietly stolen kisses

Bathed in moonlight and darkness

Though we were nothing but luminous

With you I saw the whole woodlands

And we picked out the perfect trunk

Limbs against limbs

Faces finding fingertips

Souls meeting in between

Like deserts finally finding rain