this laments the loss of my only sister to that institution known as marriage


Matrimonial Harangue


The violin is sounding
So send in the clowns with an upright, sliding,
And block the shadows enshrouding.

Down the line you asked
For trivial information, a favour,
A memory of time gone past

Ringing in my ears, resounding to my core,
The shock of the silence ending,
The lack of time for more.

Time stood still, and bulleted down
Reversal of the way desired,
Pontius wearing the lacy crown.

You let it affect you when you need it the least,
Try to keep your shoulders at attention,
Pretend you're north when you're really south-east

But everyone knew you wouldn't hold.

It's not as if the photos don't lie
Or get postponed, double-chinned
Oversmiled, able to fit the whole pie

Rather than the chunks dispersing, floating around,
Icebergs in my river,
My Titanic running slowly aground.

It's not as if I lost you, they say.
I forgot, my dear,
That happened long ago, but again today.




Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-09-01 at 02:25

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Amanda Manmohan
this poem is so sorrowful and beautifully written. i love all of the images you created.. you really make the reader feel the loss that you feel. well done.
2006-09-01