organisation was lacking during the events inspiring this...disappointment resulted


Changing Rooms


"Under conditions of tyranny it is far easier to act than to think"- Hannah Arendt

Jumped straight in hey,
Deep sea diver foraging
Venting my lungs
To go back down

Emerge with droplets glistening.
An hourglass just broke
And you woke up
Nightmare, not dream

It was written on the wind,
In the way the stars stopped shining,
How no more they seemed to appeal
To the inner lost worlds you held in your chambers

You said you should not come
That the night before could have sealed
The space now leaking like a gas pump
Displaying prices way too high.

Thoughts are not enough
I need you to make me feel,
To penetrate the leather
To pepper bullets in the steel.

Beige lattice framing
Tin sheets overhead
A maid gathering what she has
A train-track with no end.

So smash terracotta,
Hear the grate coming
Music to ears not yet deaf
But very nearly quietened

By the lull of your heart
You long to silence
The drone you're yet to ignore
Everything continuously on play.

Can time promise the impossible?




Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-09-02 at 03:06

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Your images are brilliant!.. my only comment really is that it feels a tiny biot to long.. but really.. if you jsut didnt start every line with a capital letter, i bet it would be perfect anyways
2006-09-02


Saga
You make art with these words. Beautiful!
2006-09-02