It guards between unseen and understood, shaped by pain and pleasure, holding the instrument of artwood in one hand, success and failure in another, its significance is never shaped by knowledge and fame, and it never pours us rain, it needs the sensitivity of an artist and the hands of a craftsman to enter it's unforeseeable beauty it never comes too early and it never comes too late, and if it comes, it never comes to solve the puzzle, it only blends the light and darkness, it guards between unseen and understood, receiving the elusive soothe, imagination twisting its ordinary space midway.
Soul never lives at the extremes, but it always can be met Midway. 🙏❤️
In rock pools, tiny claws dual over colourful crowns that were sent across the seas from the Gods. The deadliest of gems sought for in crustacean kingdoms like power.
Fish hide in bottles and swallow plastic shrimp, while flotsam and jetsam decorate the shore; toxic borders.
Albatross, guardian bird of the waters we stopped looking up to you, we stopped looking behind us to see if you were following when we could fly higher, fly faster... Jet power, metal wings, turbo engine.
Our good omens Became measured. Our superstitions Became statistics.
I cry for all the canaries trapped in coal mines. While we look for life on Mars I feel dead on this ship, but it's still floating, floating...
I am a person of almost and kind of. I am a shadow of what I was Hidden in the darkness of a past Cast down by the light of the future. This present of in-betweens The liminal space in which I exist. The here and there on the journey ahead. I am the line between the points The mystery before the solution I am the median, the average, the midway I am incomplete. Pieces of a whole unable to form the big picture. This limbo of emotions The neutral of positive and negative Inactive, inert, insufficient. This heart filled with grey Longing to see through rose colored lenses Paint my world with emotion. Trade the silence for music. To fit in the missing pieces. But almost doesn’t offer solutions And kind of doesn’t capture the horizon.
Midway- Surprise! We saw them Coming from a mile away. Japanese aircrafts and ships try and attack, And they get their butts whooped! And then we got the idea to island hop!
Hop to Iwo Jima- Slowly.... Slowly.... Don't scare it, It's like a nest of bees! And we got it! Two air bases captured And one step closer to the mainland! Japan may be fortified, but we Have tons of muscle!
Hop to Okinawa- this one was a doozy... The biggest amphibious battle of WWII, And contained the most casualties! Pretty harsh. Maybe you they shouldn't have attacked us in the firs place! We only meant to invade and use the island as a Springboard towards the mainland, but the Battle took too long. Just weeks after the fighting ended, Japan surrendered And we bombed Hiroshima and Nagasaki! We never got to invade...
I had a bit of fun with this one. The entire poem is read in either a kids voice or a sassy, streriotypical teenagers' voice.