from a journey away a year ago


"Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul" - Gaston Bachelard

Birds on stilts
Stunted, lined in variable order
Transparent over rocks lapping
Aquamarine and more

Whitewater tearing a path in the navy
Carving horizontal, parallel to shore
Shadows, illusions of pillars
Rays continuing, gliding, mantas
Mantras of spirit fragments

Half a sandy prelude remaining
Hours in between
Bring all you need to release to the fore
Five six...stop the progression now
Let linger, let lie, watch the children fly

From positions grassy, sandy
A rock or a hard place
Splintered wood is not soft
Chip through the mantle, dig straight to the core

The reasons, complications,
Degraded basketball rings
Special swapping stories
Compiling from what is given

Watching the next move
Wait to prepare the soul, they will still implore
And lines of colour just wash the shells.

Half the birds remain
Khakis emerge from bush ahead
Changed but yet the same
Guard the book, it will not be read.

Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-12-05 at 09:45

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And what a magnificent journey it must had been!!!