Ponderings from Beaufort St - 7th May 2013
She walked
in regal solemnity
Up to the
errant vehicle
Scratched her
cheek
And gazed
in dispassionate judgement
On the ill-parked
car
She was no
officious officer
She had
shown grace
She waited
on the footpath
Turned her
head from side to side
But no
owner came to right his wrong and plead his case
She wrote
the misdemeanour
Onto
electronic pad
A record
for the future
She slipped
the ticket, almost
Lovingly onto
the car
I wonder if
guilt is God’s parking ticket
Slipped
into the neural pathways of my mind
A ticket to
remind me of all my faults and wrongs
Of when I’ve
parked illegally
Or in one
spot have stayed too long
I wonder
what God does
With all
the earnings from prayerful penance
Paid for
release from tickets of guilt
Does he
repave the streets of gold
Or build
more mansions for more souls
I wonder if
I’ve got it wrong
And guilt
is not God’s parking ticket
I wonder if
perhaps
God stands
on the footpath
And turns
His head from side to side
Looking for……
What I like especially about this poem is that the pairing is one I have never seen before. This stirs up the wonder and makes the work particularly compelling. Very nice. I look forward to reading more from you in the future. -M.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your comment M. David
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