Friday, 7 August 2020

I'm quantic

An undefined ever evolving
combination of possibilities, 
defined by a potential in all
the thinkable parameters. 

I'm a daughter, a mother, 
I'm a lover, a fighter
shower opera singer,
a myope finger painter, 
dyslexic of a writer, 
and so much more tomorrow. 

But when you measure me
then I cease to exist
become but the number
you collect into stats.

(Inspired on "Bitch" from Meredith Brooks)

Thursday, 6 August 2020

Sounding Silence


"punts tunts tunts tunts"
I turn the key
with a short "click"...
and I go "humph".

Cross my arms into a ring
over the one in leather
my forehead to land over
as I let the silence sing.

I could see her hair float
over her eyes, her nose
in his wet blue eyes boat
as an ethereal ghost.

The dancing of these strings
painted by whispered breeze
the slowing expansion
of an eternal moment.

That he held ever tight
anchored in his deep voice.
Then "punts tunts tunts"
the drawing shattered broken.

Why take simple beauty
and add and add and add
into such obscurity?
Blown this caressing woo
into a summer hit.