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The sillage of a late June day,
Afloat in the stillness -
A broken grandfather clock with
Echoing chimes still gathering
From the clefts of this house.

This house worn yellow with memories.

We learn to molt out of our old shells,
Learn to forget the disturbances we leave
In the golden motes that were once part of us,
Same as the memories that moulded our bones.

We angled those bright-eyed smiles to
That rainbow-dotted sky together, do you remember?
100+ balloons escaping small fingers, 1
Blinding sun -

1
Moment in time, everlasting.

But even we aren't evergreen, despite
What we try to believe. We learn to
Acquiesce with the gravity, having heads
Pulled out of clouds, still wet and wondering.
We learn that there's nothing sidereal about the space
Encapsulated in a classroom, where I
Can still see scuff marks on the floor
Broken ceilings
Chalked boards
Black shoes worn threadbare
16 degree air with my own shadow
Until you shouted through the window saying
Something I can't remember but
I still see the color of your voice,
Shaped like goldfish, silhouetted against
Walls dripping with rain (tear stains
On line paper)
For the first time I hear distant laughter
But the bell reminds me it's 4 o'clock
And I'm alone once more.

An eagle soars past, cutting through
The green of forested hills. I wander
The emptied winter roof (but I can hear
Midsummer cicadas in my head), a lone witness
To a morning I could call my own.

But then again I've always known we were
Meant to travel alone. People come and
Go, herring shoals, and I'm a stone splitting
Water. Everyone's but a blur of
Muffled underwater static, and we heed to our
Own whale's 52-hertz song.

But then again you came along and pried open
My oyster heart, making me hear my iridescence.

But then again I learned to play my parts
A daughter
A student
A classmate
A friend.
I'm still bad with my script and stumble
On stage, but I promise you I'm trying my best.

Can you hear me?
I'm trying my best and
Won't give up just yet.

Funny how nothing seems to change day by day
But when you look back everything's different.
So now we're at the end of the road and one foot
Into a new path, but I won't forget.

4380 days
100+ hearts
1 moment in time,
Everlasting.
Even by walking in place for 12 years you could cover much ground
So piece by piece, we built our Atlantis together
© 2017 - 2024 Ripplingwaves
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