Movement

A Poem by Clara O

Records scratching along with her skin

Bells chime in the wake of a new hour

Chords are struck on a dusty piano letting the world know music can feel too

Gongs clang, seagulls sang, someone rang

Sticks on the ground making patterns in the sand as they get tossed around by the wind

Drums reverberating making everyone walk a little faster

Fire crackles disintegrating everything in its wake

Wind carelessly screaming into the ears of lonely people walking the streets

Merry-go-round twinkling its uplifting tune covering up the ugliness of the childrens’ lives at home

Scribbles of colorful gel pens on paper, writing letters to someone who will never read them, only your desk drawer

Squeaks of shoes of freshly polished tiled floors, the lobbies of hotels scuffed up by ungrateful guests

Swells of angelic tunes lift into the air creating halos encircling heads sending them all to heaven

Brown eyes staring in wonderment as the music moves him into a world of sound on the same wavelength as him

Clicking of a keyboard, dreadful emails being typed to dreadful bosses about dreadful work

Paper being balled up by the girls who can’t write notes in class

Taper off into the sunset only to find out the world is flat

Haunting imaginary steps that follow you into the graveyards that are unavoidable in your path to get home

Saying something that came out wrong but it sounds beautiful anyway

Imperfections put together to make a family of misfits

Ringing that you swear is around you but it's all in your head

Records scratching again along with her voice

Cries of the coins being thrown into a tin can at the feet of a person who just wants somewhere, someplace, somebody to call home

Frequencies emitted by radios that only the stars will ever understand

Chopsticks clicking and snapping into pieces in the curious little hands of a girl

Alone in the night staring up at the ceiling waiting for it to talk back to you

Rain pouring onto broken umbrellas before descending to dehydrated concrete

Birds caw, competing with the wind for who can be the loudest

A girl with purple plastic rain boots stomps in puddles making the neighbors look outside in annoyance only to find themselves shutting the shade with smiles on their faces

Cardboard boxes being opened the wrong way by people too lazy to go get scissors lying 3 feet away from them

Bubble wrap stepped on by accident, becoming a better wakeup call than your alarm clock

Coffee brewing drip by drip into a mug that randomly appeared in your cabinet one day and never left you even when it felt too hyper with caffeine to sit still

Hooves trotting along a path, your horse finding you after being lost in the woods

Sunshine making the world glow with renewed energy, charging peoples’ internal solar panels

Tiptoeing into your parent’s dark room to find a new place to sleep because the lightning rattling your window is starting to shake your world

Upending voicemails that leave windmarks in the air as you run out the door