about finding something from nothing


Catharsis

Movement is rare
It stands out like water in a desert
Shadows moving along walls adjacent
Water jumping in the air

My ears are filled with heartbreak
Notes that drip like honey
Into the wealth of my ideas
Upstrokes, downstrokes, timing

Like dancing at a funeral
Painting white into black
Plant life into concrete
Bliss into pain

Solid colours surround me
There is no multicoloured mural
So my eyes have to readjust
each time I look up

Things aren't staying in place
The vacuum is reversed and
people are running backwards
To where it all began

Flying impossibly,
Losing what was had
Stepping through tunnels dark and wide
But seeing the light again




Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-07-30 at 10:43

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