Wednesday, November 09, 2005


In the city of Marble everything
makes sense; the people know the rules and laws.
The citizens can see the hand keeping
balance; the equations reveal no flaws.
There also exists a city of wood
where chaos is a way of life; town's folk
do what they please. In here anything could
happen; actions random as clouds of smoke.
Though these two cities' behaviors oppose
and these metropoleis violently fight,
blind to the common seed from which they rose;
their fundamental disagreement right.
By ascending, their ways become the same,
the rules are revealed to this cosmic game.

(A version of this poem is being published in the Millersville literary journal, The George Street Carnival)

Ed Kidhardt

10:32 AM


Blogger Liz said...

I remember this. Or atleast, I think I do.

6:02 PM  
Blogger The Hungry Writer said...

I like it very much. It reminds of Italo Calvino.

2:11 AM  
Blogger garnet david said...

how often we forget our common origins. humans have a tendency to lose perspective. perhaps it's a survival "king of the hill" gene.

9:03 AM  

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