Never stop writing by Laura Lanks

Shapes take meaning
When you decide on the order
Somehow you jumble them up
In a way that I understand
You're speaking my language
Don't drop the act
The cat had my tongue
Before you came along

To some relaxed iris it's just black or blue on white
Scribbles and sounds
Hung midair for time
For me they're notes chiming
On crisp autumn branches
That light that falls between the leaves
The crunch when they hit the ground
As magic as tiny crisp packets fresh out the oven
Or making people come alive with salt dough

I think I appreciate leaves more
When they have left the tree
Is that why they are called leaves?
Because they leave?
it's then I realise the time span
That nothing is eternal
Or forever
Unless you freeze it
But then we would turn to mush
And we wouldn't be around to see it anyway

So that moment of bated breath
That second the cold steals it
When your limbs feel like jelly
Dipping your toe in a hot bath
The wind chilling your teeth when you smile while riding your bike on a cold day

Those moments

For me you capture them
Some how
With the dainty lines that fall through your shoulder
Into your arm
Through your fingertips and into your pen

Never stop writing
You write oh so well

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