{"id":2360,"date":"2011-08-27T12:44:14","date_gmt":"2011-08-27T18:44:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/estelleanabaca.com\/?p=2360"},"modified":"2011-08-27T12:44:14","modified_gmt":"2011-08-27T18:44:14","slug":"temporary","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.estelleanabaca.com\/?p=2360","title":{"rendered":"Temporary"},"content":{"rendered":"

As I was having the worst time getting to work, being a little soultired <\/span>and heart<\/span>broken,<\/span> I wrote an anaphora<\/a> in free verse based upon the perplexities that were kicking around my head.<\/span><\/p>\n

I also made an audio recording of it. \u2665 <\/span>Temporary<\/a><\/p>\n

“Temporary”<\/p>\n

She carefully considered all the complaints at hand,
\nand she paid them off with her silence.
\nIt was the wisest, most patient response she could afford,
\nbut it was not to be confused with acquiescence or agreement.
\nShe was simply too headstrong for that.
\nShe would wait until the time was right to speak.<\/p>\n

So she went out and into the near-twilight’s tempest,
\nand she walked into the insistent torrents of rain,
\nwhere the lightning threatened to pale everything around her,
\nwhere the thunder shouted at her to turn back,
\nwhere the western horizon left to chase the east,
\nwhere the sun was held captive by a phalanx of thunderheads,
\nwhere its light climbed over their steep defenses, and
\nwhere its latent brilliance streaked into the streets, leaving pathways of quicksilver,
\nuntil the tempest’s tantrum had worn itself out,
\nand the evening’s lazy quiet settled in for the night.<\/p>\n

Her shoes didn’t mind the puddles, soaked as they were,
\nand the streets’ sheen gradually recovered their typical lacquered black,
\nand the sky returned like a sincerely apologetic lover,
\nand she smiled at the nature of nature,
\nat the mathematics of time itself,
\nfor time, as it must be, according to its own definition, is temporary.<\/p>\n

But, headstrong being as headstrong is,
\nand clouds’ determination to rise anew from their disappeared brothers’ spirits,
\nshe pondered the relative nature of perspective itself.
\nShe wondered, within her own tiny perspective,
\nthat was encased within her even tinier lifespan,
\nif she would ever see the changes that she’d fought to accomplish,
\nif she would ever be able to speak those truths she nourished,
\nor if the world would always follow its own long, strict calendar
\nand press force against force,
\nwill against will,
\nhunger against hunger,
\ndesire against desire,
\nthe love of one thing against the love of another,
\nuntil there’s nothing left but sky,
\nand the emptiness of the relentless transformation of everything temporary
\nback into the permanence of nothingness.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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I also made an audio recording of it. \u2665 Temporary “Temporary” She carefully considered all the complaints at hand, and she paid […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2360","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1Yzdv-C4","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2491,"url":"https:\/\/www.estelleanabaca.com\/?p=2491","url_meta":{"origin":2360,"position":0},"title":"Asyndeton","author":"EAB","date":"October 11, 2011, 13:19","format":false,"excerpt":"Last time I posted a poem, I made an audio recording of it. 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