Darlan M Cunha

Freshman - 722 Points (Medina, MG, Brazil)

Mental - Poem by Darlan M Cunha

A moça está sem pressa
alheia ao horizonte avesso
aos distúrbios em seu interior
talvez para ela o futuro
resuma-se em líquido amniótico
o tempo seja híbrido e a mesa
insossa, quase tormento, mas
jogar a toalha parece distante
à desconhecida mente da moça
numa cadeira comum
pensando não pensando.

Topic(s) of this poem: future, girl, horizon, mind, thinking

Form: Occasional Poem


Poet's Notes about The Poem

written 9/1/2016
Belo Horizonte, Minas Gerais, Brazil.
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Comments about Mental by Darlan M Cunha

  • Darlan M Cunha (8/13/2017 11:07:00 AM)


    Thank you LUCAS. Poetry is a long and winding road, a river with no return. (Report) Reply

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  • Lucas Cousin Tuka (8/13/2017 10:54:00 AM)


    i like your poem and it is very inspiring, keep it up (Report) Reply

  • Kim Barney (1/8/2016 3:29:00 PM)


    Muito bem feito. Eu gosto muito deste poema. (Report) Reply

  • Darlan M Cunha (1/8/2016 2:45:00 PM)


    Thank you so much for your visit and for your amazing translation of my poem.

    - Darlan M Cunha
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  • Darlan M Cunha (1/8/2016 2:42:00 PM)


    Thank you so much for your visit and for your amazing translation of my poem.

    Darlan M Cunha
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  • James Mclain Is It Poetry (1/8/2016 2:30:00 PM)


    She is unhurried
    others inside out horizon
    to disturbances inside
    maybe for her future
    summarize in amniotic fluid
    time is hybrid and the table
    bland, almost punishment, but
    throw in the towel seems distant
    the unknown girl's mind
    an ordinary chair
    thinking about not thinking.. iip
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 8, 2016

Poem Edited: Monday, January 11, 2016


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