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Sleet Parade


“Preceding the future is a strange and hybrid interregnum that might be called the last gasp of the past”- Gilbert Adair

1

I want you to feel this
To look around and mutter
“Yes, now I understand”.

I want you to stop
Just for but a moment
And take a guess

I want you to gamble
On what you don’t have
And be surprised to see nothing

I want you to know what it’s like
To look at the dark and see stars,
To see a hole in the looking glass.

I want you to decide,
To be firm and forceful
To smash fast and head first

I want you to whistle,
Summon something immortal,
Something to uphold

I want you to realise
While you still have it,
Before bitterness wholly diseases

2

My arm is not your crutch,
So recede and writhe
Find something that won’t bite

Walk away now
Find another bag of dirt
A nightingale to chirp as you like
And now?
What’s next Lazarus?
Got any truth to tell?

The next display is what?
A cornerful of seed?
Got any plates handy?-

I’d like to do some spinning
A change from leapfrog,
From running hard and fast

Into walls of moss and bracken
Roofs of molten lead.
Why are you turning the tap?

I don’t want you to see this
Too late for you to pretend
So catch a ride on your coat-tails
And your umbrella will distend.




Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2007-01-09 at 06:51

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Zachary P. B.
there's more to it than that, i think...

excellent write, caila. you always captivate me - z.
2007-01-09