Let it be.

Beatles song....but not a song.

The thoughts will eventually blow away.
my heads a balloon tied by reality
and the summer sun sets in its place
as i whittle down sticks into shapes alike
though always different in a human sort of way.

The candles burn down poignantly
and I gather sticks for the campfire.
my girl is sitting with a backpack keeping it stoked.
I have quickly received and evacuated moments of eureka
then insomnia anxiety and love.

i gather my thoughts and attach them by color spectrum of strings,
which all change into each other as i tease them at the flame.
When i see smoke I stop.
Wisdom has me practicing this
and experience will master it.
Not that i am wise.

We tap our armrests with fingers that weave yarn
and the threads that dangle in our sleeves
which cover our hands to where our fingers bend.
and we bend and weave into thoughts
and shape metal wire with the use of heat.

We stack bricks in the backyard
and re-putty them with the earths clay,
and bind the man made with the God made.
the notion of damnation flees south
and my magnetic hands are throwing off my compass
and we pray to go where we should.

Reviews

[eglantine]

"as i whittle down sticks into shapes alike / though always different in a human sort of way." that is gorgeous in it's supreme honesty.

"and my magnetic hands are throwing off my compass / and we pray to go where we should." you snapped the solstice with those ending lines. The second to lsat stanza did very well mimicing what it was saying with all of the weaving and in and out and repeat. I'd take out "spectrum of strings" or re-word it. I tihnk "i gather my thoughts and attach them by color" is good as it.

thanks for sharing!

[dukovan]

yeah that was the only part i thought got idk...awkward, i feel like its a really necessary part to show, i actually reworded it 3 times before picking this one, and still wasn't happy with it.
basically the title of creeds album "Human clay" was in my head. Although i've never really listened to creed or that album (just one song actually) the title was enough to spark this primitive crossing with the imaginative type deal.
and thanks for reading!