Still working in Italy. Meeting lots of new people. Handing out my business card left and right. You never know, maybe one day something will come out of this.
Anyway, earlier today I emailed my dissertation to my supervisor, which means I have some time on my hands with nothing to do till she replies telling me all I’ve done wrong and asking that I rewrite the whole thing.
I found this little unfinished poem. Generally when I come across unfinished pieces, I try to see if I can finish them. But not quite happening this time. In truth, I can’y quite connect with where I was when i wrote it, so I cannot possibly be true to it and as a result all that would happen would be that it becomes somewhat disjointed if I were to force the issue. Maybe when I come back to it next time, I’ll have a resolution for it.
So for now here it is:
I am to tell you of laughter.
I am to tell you of light.
I am to sing not of destitution
Nor of fright.
Levity is gone, I cannot find thee here.
Seek me out will you?
In this time,
“give me something to sing about”
This was the refrain, was it not?
I have much to sing on.
Though not of joyous rhyme.
I have much to speak on.
I daresay you will not speak in time.
In this season,
In this time.
This is my reason for this rhyme.
My heart remains heavy.
My mind remains weary