guilt and disappointment are two of the most powerful emotions
"When we cast our bread upon the waters, we can presume that someone downstream whose face we will never know will benefit from our action, as we who are downstream from another will profit from that grantor's gift"- Maya Angelou
"More than any other time in history, mankind faces a crossroads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly"- Woody Allen
The heavens are opening
Clouds parting along spindles
Creaking, repelling, rusting magnetic
A silhouette appears at the crest,
with a shuffling gait glides down the hill.
Leaves rustle with muffled whispers,
Tree trunks lean into each other, nodding
Curls of grass licking at concrete edges
No cutting corners, this path is set
Sets of keys kiss the air,
Cross over in time and space
As confusion, misplacement are ironed out
Familiar fingerprints press into metal
Light extinguished, dimmed to dark
Shadows dancing on walls
Curtains drawn like a violin bow
Keep prying eyes at bay
Let no-one see a flame
Gravel turns under soles synthetic
Walk the descent, the hard-set earth
To raise a fist, tap-tap glass panes
Push the button now it's seen
In tones quavering deliver call-card
Stoop just a little lower
Shiver just a little more
Leave a foot for swinging doors
Hope pity, guilt prevail.
Cursing bells that summon
Heels click, handles turn
Speeches cut, no change to spare
Shoulders droop with stale dismissal
Loafers squeal, squelch puddles new
Rivers breaking backs drop by drop
Figure frozen at mesh, guts bubbling
Fingers swoop on coins glinting
And the man is caught, stopped in tracks
Words tumble, hand outstretched
To pick at crumbs soggy
Keep on crawling to distant lights
Reaching for hands of humanity
While the woman stands still in the rain, watching
Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-09-25 at 02:11
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Door-Knock Dirge
"When we cast our bread upon the waters, we can presume that someone downstream whose face we will never know will benefit from our action, as we who are downstream from another will profit from that grantor's gift"- Maya Angelou
"More than any other time in history, mankind faces a crossroads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly"- Woody Allen
The heavens are opening
Clouds parting along spindles
Creaking, repelling, rusting magnetic
A silhouette appears at the crest,
with a shuffling gait glides down the hill.
Leaves rustle with muffled whispers,
Tree trunks lean into each other, nodding
Curls of grass licking at concrete edges
No cutting corners, this path is set
Sets of keys kiss the air,
Cross over in time and space
As confusion, misplacement are ironed out
Familiar fingerprints press into metal
Light extinguished, dimmed to dark
Shadows dancing on walls
Curtains drawn like a violin bow
Keep prying eyes at bay
Let no-one see a flame
Gravel turns under soles synthetic
Walk the descent, the hard-set earth
To raise a fist, tap-tap glass panes
Push the button now it's seen
In tones quavering deliver call-card
Stoop just a little lower
Shiver just a little more
Leave a foot for swinging doors
Hope pity, guilt prevail.
Cursing bells that summon
Heels click, handles turn
Speeches cut, no change to spare
Shoulders droop with stale dismissal
Loafers squeal, squelch puddles new
Rivers breaking backs drop by drop
Figure frozen at mesh, guts bubbling
Fingers swoop on coins glinting
And the man is caught, stopped in tracks
Words tumble, hand outstretched
To pick at crumbs soggy
Keep on crawling to distant lights
Reaching for hands of humanity
While the woman stands still in the rain, watching
Poetry by Caila Ihle
Read 776 times
Written on 2006-09-25 at 02:11
Tags Charity Hope Inspirational
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
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