Tomorrow, as snow covers the streets of DC, I’ll be co-hosting a poetry evening as part of the monthly Guerrilla Poetry Insurgency open-mic. It’ll also be my last, before I head back home to Brazil and start getting ready for new adventures. So, after going through my poems, I’ve felt like “Obrigada” expresses nicely my gratitude for my years in beautiful fun DC… the amazing and inspiring friends and colleagues I’ve met… the things I’ve learned and accomplished… and, of course, all the poetry I’ve heard and written as I fell in love with the artsy scene and so much else about this city. This poem also brings back those feeling I get when I know I’ll be home soon with my family… Wishing you all a poetic week and holiday season!
This empty mind of mine…
No verses, not even a line.
Nothing to talk about.
Inspiration all wrong.
Friendly faces wondering what’s shaking,
What’s cooking and baking with the Brazilian,
As she sits there alone,
Just stares at her phone.
Yes, here I am again,
Scribbling senseless notes…
Fighting away confusing thoughts.
Quietly trying to untie ancient knots.
Listening to the music that makes my mind dance.
The colorful sounds that put hearts in trance,
A smirk on my face,
As people all around move and spark,
All so magically loving life… in the dark.
And I feel such gratitude for the multitude of stars
That light my way and the path of those I treasure.
Soon enough we will all be together.
A pit stop in Rome and, shortly after,
Life will take my hand and fly me home.