{"id":2171,"date":"2021-12-06T08:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-12-06T07:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/?p=2171"},"modified":"2021-11-26T18:08:12","modified_gmt":"2021-11-26T17:08:12","slug":"andres-poems","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/2021\/12\/andres-poems\/","title":{"rendered":"Andres’ Poems"},"content":{"rendered":"

Image:\u00a0<\/strong>\u00a9\ufe0f Andres Stadelmann<\/span><\/h2>\n

Author:\u00a0<\/strong>Andres Stadelmann<\/p>\n\n\n

Shampoo<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I spent several hours looking at that door
In silence
My mind racing in every direction, but my body still.
Waiting, hoping
It cried out to the silence, begging it to respond
Instead it lingered, there, by the door
An old memory of a long-forgotten friend
The door responded in its stead
Alive\u2014it shook and cracked and gaped its wide and loud mouth
Whispering, slow at first, then whistling ever louder until its scream, cut
\u2003 \u2003by the sudden grasp of the
handle, rang my eardrums.
The intruder, not yet half a man, wore that kind of awkward expression
\u2003 \u2003meant to display a weak show of
embarrassment all while betraying the narcissistic pride lying
\u2003 \u2003underneath
The decisive ones were the ones who played with the silence
Those that opened and closed the door
Those who let it rattle unabated, begging for attention
Without knowing, me, sitting alone in that silence was the biggest
\u2003 \u2003offering I could have made
The silence meant everything all of a sudden.
And I, as a part of it, took greater meaning as well
There was no greater way of loving her, than sitting alone in that
\u2003 \u2003silence
And so it would take off,
whispering tentatively to the floorboards,
swaying gently in the rafters,
leaning by the entrance,
and I with it, transfixed, and yet in constant motion
There are those who go to the batting cage and crack their bats until
\u2003 \u2003the silence overtakes them all, and
there are those who cower in fear in the company of endless and
\u2003 \u2003mindless chatter
But the silence persists nonetheless, molded by your heart in its barely
\u2003 \u2003motionless chambers
It\u2019s so loud you can hear it, pounding in your ears and extending to they
\u2003 \u2003very end of all your extremities
It\u2019s so soft that to hear it you have to listen very carefully
To truly hear it
In that silence I cried.
Silent teardrops filled with noise
That rolled off my face into the awaited abyss.
And as my still body began to move
It called out my name
<\/p>\n\n\n\n

T\u00edo<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh Dani did I cry for you
Such eyes I had not seen

Memory does strange things to time
Of that blurred still when\nyou attempted to cross the world in an instant
\u2003 \u2003on your broom (you must miss
hurting your knees now)
Sportive drive pick-ups
A crack in exchange for a smile
The virgin hairs on your cheekbones
But your final words
Impressed
Seem a lifetime away
I look at my garden
Grown over with weeds
And I\u2019m aching with that loss
To put dirt on my hands
Of toiling to cultivate, bleeding and sore
With a seed of trust
Some good to invest
And you\u2019re still running on that beach

If only I could fill pages
As quickly as I spilt tears\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

C\u2019\u00e8<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Anna you were beautiful
Like everything on that day
And you made that greeting, to me
And that smile
And your profile picture
That day I realized that you don’t go to a wedding alone as a bride,
\u2003 \u2003for the groom
But as a friend, daughter, sister, sister-in-law, aunt, niece, child, woman
And all this was true
For that secure hand
For those enchanted voices
And for the gaze of the one who stood beside you
It would be trite to call it love
Almost reductive
But for a glance
That outside in that stable someone cultivated for the first time
Yesterday you witnessed
And today
I expect nothing else\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lucie<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Remember when I said I was alone?
That happened again today
And when I was sitting there,
Just looking at my screen
I thought

When I consider that
A million miles away
Someone visiting a foreign country
Reminiscing about long lost friends
I find myself on a train
Looking out the window

A memory of some time
Passed with people
Whose names and faces I recollect
But who was I?
And why should I recall?

When not thinking
But only feeling
That one beat
Calls my name

I wait

And close my eyes
Or perhaps I close my eyes and wait

But regardless


I go back to sleep\n<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Image:\u00a0\u00a9\ufe0f Andres Stadelmann Author:\u00a0Andres Stadelmann Shampoo I spent several hours looking at that doorIn silenceMy mind racing in every direction, but my body still.Waiting, hopingIt cried out to the silence, begging it to respondInstead it lingered, there, by the doorAn old memory of a long-forgotten friendThe door responded in its steadAlive\u2014it shook and cracked and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1002189,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_seopress_robots_primary_cat":"","_seopress_titles_title":"","_seopress_titles_desc":"","_seopress_robots_index":"","footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[68],"tags":[36],"class_list":{"0":"post-2171","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-2021-winter","7":"tag-poetry"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2171","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1002189"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2171"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2171\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2171"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2171"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2171"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}