Archive for March 3rd, 2020

Tuesday, 3 March 2020

Forgetfulness by Karinna Alves Gulias

What a concern

To merge with death from the ear-shape
truth –
Death is like a tree growing inside us slowly
The roots pulsing nearer to our ears

When the ground swallows us from the stomach
all this data will become sand
Sand to the camels and to the horses
Sand to the turtles and to the seas
as if the water was time

The riches will survive the fables
Watering
Time to change moods
truce –
Wet all the turtles will follow the sun
and cannot change it

Wet all the turtles will follow the sun
and cannot change it
Feel the stomach
turning a déjà vu.

Sure of a carapace
System of leaves to cover your heart
Mirror of a tree crown swimming as well

The beauty of a sparkle
and the ugliness of choices – one

Time could carry our weight
if only we could paint dice
to wait on the windowsill
Wait for a guest
Wait for a moment of your pride
or patience
And let it be
Dusty or kept

Choice of an arm
reaching as far as your hands can touch your face

Do you cry or rest.

From: https://www.poetryinternational.org/pi/poem/23344/auto/0/0/Karinna-Alves-Gulias/FORGETFULNESS/en/nocache

Date: 2013

By: Karinna Alves Gulias (1983- )