Ramblings from a trapeze in the sky: Sssh, or To Rhyme or not To Rhyme.

Thursday 4 September 2008

Sssh, or To Rhyme or not To Rhyme.

Sshh.
This poem is leaving the frame
Quiet.
Rhymes not squished into rhymes again.
Frame? Ag(aane)? What! Ag(e)n. urgh. So then

This poem needs regulating through regulatory phonemes.
My imagery is capitulating, The rhyme has captured me, it seems.

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Santiago arrived by night. She was cold and alien, her people spoke a harsh fast tongue. She was a hyper-real movie with subtitles misplaced. 22 hours of flight and a dubious heart made the lights brighter, lines sharper, the cold winds trying to blow me back. All the way back to home

Santiago had arrived with her cold smile and grey embrace. She had arrived with her warm secrets and coloured lace.

And yet. Yet here we are, and here it is almost the end.
Sitting on a trapeze above plaza baquedano, hanging from silks in the parque forestal.
And we talk. We speak of those things that one tends to talk of with cities. Of life, of death, of all the miracles in between.

We don’t speak as lovers do, yet we speak as two that love each other… by symbiosis, because of time itself, an arranged marriage that came to an arrangement.

A love that came as Santiago entered under my skin, between my very fingers into the lines of my hand.
It is not a romantic picture, not a romantic love. But tangible, and real, yet another patch in the patchwork of my feel.

Ramblings from a trapeze in the sky

Thursday 4 September 2008

Sssh, or To Rhyme or not To Rhyme.

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