Writing is
the frozen music
of an ellipsis,
the silent song
of a lonesome poet
who sings in the dark
among howling winds
crossing swords
in the white shades
of unseen things -
a winter on the Pole
on whose obverse side
there's Rio,
and the Sun,
and the Samba
and the revenge
of the color.
© Lazhar Bouazzi, May 31, 2016; revised, August 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC
Writing is
the frozen music
of an ellipsis,
the silent song
of a lonesome poet
who sings in the dark
among howling winds
crossing swords
in the white shades
of unseen things -
a winter on the Pole
on whose obverse side
there's Rio,
and the Sun,
and the Samba
and the revenge
of the color.
© Lazhar Bouazzi, May 31, 2016; revised, August 5, 2016
My contribution to the Olympics in Rio.
