Another Nameless Sigh
by Luciana Francis
another nameless sigh -
And I stare at the light in the train carriage -
I guess in the absence of Faith,
that will do.
Commute, bandage your face,
turn your tongue into a paper weight
and dismantle the church bells
but feed the pigeons in the piazza, nonetheless.
the less -
less in than there was,
Of course we will try it again -
Life is nothing but
again and again and again
and every time a new scar to bear
in the shape of a smile -
or would it be your smile
that's carved on your face
like a scar?
- tissue and ribbons,
hollow - I breath the air back in,
the balloons wane -
like the Moon they shall fill up again
when the time is right,
when the time is right.
Born in Sao Paulo, Brazil. Moved to London in 1998 and never looked back (well, unless when needed as source for writing fiction). Graduated from Goldsmiths College in Anthropology and Media in 2008. Loves Art, Cinema, Photography, Nature, Music and the pleasure that is Language (written, spoken, unspoken).