'Ingrid'

Apr 16, 2009 15:07

This seems a little confusing and patchy in areas, but keep in mind...it was 3am :P

She travels over bridges

And begs her pardons where she walks

She notes the tyranny of distance

And the tyranny of talk.

She wonders past the office

Where the cleaners start their days

Sits to have her ham and cheese

To avoid damaging her pay

Envious of stars above

And their journeys in the sky

She ponders where the office is

To which the job could be applied

Coffee in an instant

Taxi an hour late

A ride home with a stranger

Beats a ride home with a ‘mate’

Sunrise in the night time

An exchanging of bare hands

Love is only a casual worker

Rostered in her plans

Her moods morph with the weather

Such a complicated heart

She sways alone with music

While she cries along with art

Her focus and her rhythm

Both stable and controlled

Will all things been considered

She shows no signs of getting old

Dainty like a feather

Yet trouble like a die

A tragic angel stuck on her lonesome

Or just a passer by?

poem

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