...by the thinnest
I had time
thinking about this
and it did not end
of taking shape
I was in the limbo
of my doubts
I was and I was still there
For three or four long days
visual ideas
the word did not accompany
there was a silent content
in each line
the direction of my strokes was known
but I did not have any verb where to go
I could not postpone it
and I forced myself to be consistent
and consequent
with myself
so I started
to de/en-code
without having an idea of what
Everything was ready and acclimated
but empty!
Why?
How much later would come
what was to come?
Perhaps
it would do?
While swinging
between waiting and impatience
trying to pull a rope that I knew was thin
without breaking it
to stretch the trust
not yet having it
it arrived
It was time
I knew the identity of silence
I knew
what was it
what I did not want to see
nor listen
nor face
Although I turned my back
I covered my ears with noise
and I closed my eyes with sleepy
there was no way to avoid it
–not she could
get away
of the now–
The earth, again
was struggling to gobble
However, I think, the wind will win
and, while, the sea
receives rivers of memories
more than we can throw out
the sea takes care of himself
Help we need, we are inundated!
–I am,
here on a paper boat, watching the movie:
two girls playing all day
fighting to get back to content
eating together
for never to be satiated
getting older
without growing
The children that were born from me
and you did not have, sister,
live our dollhouse today
and your compliments
flank my signature
you filled my patience enough
overflowing with disagreements
that we arranged perfectly
leave behind
So much you told me
until you managed to give me an ear shape
and I heard you
Then it was my turn
to talk
You were not expecting
but in me,
had also formed wise sentences
You stayed with them
you took them–
Your violet flames
your violent pains
your slower afternoons
of what you could support
and your end
like everyone's
despite being exceptional
The chest with the ashes of our times better
and worse
or the visions
less cryptic
did not give us a warning
nor safe
of this white mourning
the rope breaks...
sister
April 4 1971 - July 8 2018
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Great! Thank you, thank you very much!
Interesting, somehow murky and dense combination of pictures and words.
filled with patience
pristine voice
is vowing
for peace
Thank you for stopping by and let me your comment!
Welcome. Do check my poems, if you wish :) .
I will do it!
Thank you, and enjoy!
Full of emotions, mixed i think. I can really feel the pain that you were feeling. I had lost my brother too, so i can relate to you but indeed life is just temporary. There are much bigger pictures than the things you see...
Im sorry for your lost, may she rest in peace
Thank you! We have to keep going
And hey! You are brilliant dud! The way you made the title up. The last part of the poem...
"The rope breaks" then linked to the post entitled "...by the thinnest"
"The rope breaks by the thinnest"
So artistic and brilliant
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