Today is the
day of the foreword.
The past
word in past tense
Struggles today
– the foreword day
To become
actual and present and real
As present
and real it is. And actual it cannot be
As today it
is known to be the day
The miserably
glorious day – of the foreword.
Introduction to madness, blue prelude cushion
Tearing us
down in words of joy
Waves today
as this is the day of all
That it
cannot be actual for unreal it breathes
As the
foreword leads to blooming airs
Blooming as
it should be – as it is not,
Nor was
meant be today – the blooming prelude day.
And when the
newest daffodils are able
To chant and
a new born jack-in-pulpit
Spits in the
face of the dark mask once described
In today’s
scope, in the foreword, predicting
A death,
declaring word-springs, world-springs,
A luxury prologue
prophecy – a heat inside
And a new
poem rises as the last one dies.
Maria Fernandes
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