there's a lack of understanding these days...


"Our lives don't really belong to us, you see- they belong to the world, and in spite of our efforts to make sense of it, the world is a place beyond our understanding"
- Paul Auster

"The past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes. Voices may reach us from it; but what they say to us is imbued with the obscurity of the matrix out of which they come; and try as we may, we cannot always decipher them precisely in the clearer light of our day"- Margaret Atwood

Flick back through the open book
To tell the time and place
Pages flaking, older than we dare to dream
Yellowing like the moon

The torrent of water, raining down
On the miniscule ant below
Flooding with transparency
Slicking back the shadow

I'd like to think it purposeful
To thunder with the strength of a bolt
To hail the fury and whip the breeze
To turn, eye cowering in the corner

Legibility, audibility, ability to speak the mind
Expand the brain matter with a quizzical thought
Question marks tessellating the remarks
Ampersands filling the spaces

Virulence of downpour,
Rapid-fire river
Battering down the tarmac
Leaving the screech of spray behind

Words hang like clouds
Swirling, make a selection
Pluck a few, string together
Explain your interpretation

Neutrality never dampened the issue

Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-09-06 at 04:50

Tags Contemporary  Understanding 

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You have touched on a subject that only a few seem to realize is stronger than a fist of rage. Writings, poetry, music are forms of words and expression. And with a sound mind and a gentle voice from all, maybe then, we can understand why we are tearing ourselves apart.