Showesia Poem by Tania Tome

Showesia - living poem




(poem of Tânia Tomé)


Falls a body in this poem
One gives itself, all do so
With a huge determination of the seed in the core of the flower
Undressing the verses one by one in the middle of this poem

And where the sound is born, grows a world devouring slowly
The metaphors in a gesture started of light and life
There is a tortuous labyrinth between the syllables full of brightness
From where expand the rivers and the lips at the same starting moment

But it likes it quickly, very slowly must be the way
And the punctuation goes up in the subtlety of the verses,
Of the metric, of the rhyme in the innermost silence
And there is a tremendous wish for misillustrate white page,
With color of watching which travels through the other side of the mirror
Where the world becomes its dancing star

And inside the words there is melody,
Missus pending itself from the endings of the verse
And dancing the constant murmurs of the flight of the fowl

And the poem gets face:
A tree full of hair in the wind as the canvas off the spider
Where in the feet of the roots live various sarcophagus in the fertilizer of madness
And where the hands of the wings are windows,
From where the pupils open in pairs the world between the fingers