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Sincerely, Me

“What other dungeon is so dark as one’s own heart! What jailer is so inexorable as one’s self!”- Nathaniel Hawthorne

An apology,
For any inconvenience
that may have been caused,
Any confusion you experienced
That day.

That day
The sky opened
and the pathway was washed away
The day I was forced to stop
And reassess.

Reassess the reoccurrence,
The cropping up of sorts
The repeated pattern I can see
But can’t prevent.
The unrequited.

The unrequited field of barley
Preparing to plough wild oats,
Reap a harvest and break a drought
Banishing the weeds
To some hidden village.

Some little microcosm
Full of bracken and moss
And rabbit-holes to stash our secrets
Threatening to blow the hillside apart
And fill this ship with water.

Water, enough to sink this city,
Bring us to the knees of modernity.
So for now I offer you my heart,
What’s left of this nautical chaos,
And an apology.

Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-08-01 at 04:04

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Love your poems there so good- keep up the good work!