the silence, snow.
Or could it be the contrary, unsmooth
life so white and so wet – flooding me to yell:
I came for you with all my gifts, my lord
For I thought to never lie unguarded, alone
I came for you to shine and gloom, to bright
or escape; I came for everything life was in need,
a flame beyond the cold surface.
your glacial horizon, unburnt.
Not enough and not to blame; snow is my silence now
some peace in emptiness, no hopeful blizzard anymore
I come for you with all my stillness of joy, my lord
I snow regardless of our madness and pour my silence
over that frozen past
breaking the loss
Rosane Carneiro is a poet from Rio de Janeiro, currently living in London. She has published three books (Excesso, Prova, Corpo estranho) and two chapbooks (Vate and Drone). This latter work was published in 2015 in English and Portuguese by Carnaval Press, London. Rosane has published in books and literary magazines and anthologies in her country and abroad. She is a PhD in Portuguese and Brazilian Studies, from King’s College London. Her artistic and academic work can be found (eventually) at http://antialergica.blogspot.co.uk.