And...I Want To Say Poem by Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar

I notice every your reaction
analysing causes and effects
a notebook is breaking with notes
drawn up live
without correction they are in the disarray
like your feverish thoughts
uninterrupted movements
aren't separate events

discontinuous simple to observe
these are gestures being symbols
the ones it is always possible with ease
translate into words
assenting negative
marking the circle on the forehead
they are functioning in our communication
as the word yes you aren't crazy

words with more difficulty are going through the mouth
a gesture is simpler
is helping with associations
of admiration of the hate of the stupidity
well we know what means
clappings preading hands
dragging them out in the gesture of welcomes pleases
it is saddening when it means with request for the
charity


we are shrugging our shoulders in embarrassment
feeling the unconcern or the helplessness
when I am waving the finger you are thinking
whether these are a threat or a disapproval
and I only want to say
that man which is lying
is speaking the top notes than the one
which fraternized with the truth