A Gapped Starfish
When the title
leads you to the subject being addressed, are you keeping control of your own
will?
Often, in order
to appeal for a poem’s subject, I would search in my bag of special memories
for a short take that would fire up some real feelings.
Fitted with personal
emotional material, I would then let myself recreate the scene, slowly,
observing details through the loupe of time and the subjectivity of passion.
This would then lead to a new, exciting film, familiar and fascinating at the
same time. The replication of events in time has a startling effect due to the
impossibility of remaining faithful. Which brings us to a sort of evolution
theory, applied to memories.
Theories apart,
the whole thing reminds me of this girl, on the beach, trying to move her just
finished wet sandy starfish, threatened to be devoured by the sea. I mean, I
wouldn’t have done it better! You could still see the starfish, though pieces
of it had fallen apart, like if they had given up the effort for replacement.
After some embarrassment and dilemma the girl took a positive action and made a
beaming sun out of the gapped starfish.
Anyway, no matter
how you pull it together, you still have to write it down.
© 2014, José Eduardo
Coelho
