We do for others because we don't know how to do for ourselves. We do for others because we feel it is the only way to make up for the damage we feel our craziness is doing to society. We do for others because it makes us feel good when nothing else in the whole world does, not even pills. We stay quiet and sit in the corner because others seem so much more needy. We require so little, you and I. A fact which does not sit well with others who would label us as too much to handle. When in truth, all those such as us really need is a bit of understanding, a bit of reciprocation, maybe a touch on the cheek once in a while and a sly wink. The rest of the world is needy. I'd rather be crazy. ~~Aimee

Tuesday, 27 December 2011

Soldiers

I wonder 
if I tugged and pulled 
would they come
words
sounds
syllables

pulled taut between lines, periods and dashes. 

Good little solider lads lined up in a row. Knock one down where will they go,
to a land of not forgotten, a land beneath the sea, a land of long and yesteryear unseen to you and me. 

So I stretch and turn and twist and tug and force them to be. Into their tiny mirror land tucked tight in between dominoes and marigolds and fishermen by the sea. I tried to convince them it was much more fun to be free, but the words they are a fickle bunch for it is with their ears they see. A world of shining sparkles a world unknown to me so I sit in silent shadows and watch them take form. Dancing to their master's tune like good little soldier boys. 

2 comments:

Deus Ex Machina said...

Word soldiers ;-) Don't bother with them. Just grab your spoon and wait.

Mynx said...

you write so beautifully.

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