When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


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Road rhythm

 
Amelia travels the road    again   
The air smells of music with a taste of sun     
 

Golden road rhythm and fresh sky for breakfast    
 

Amelia drives north seeking a mirror  
where to finally look at the naked reflection  
of her true eyes
    her many highlights
                shadows  
 

Midday bright drums and a dash of coffee for lunch  
 

Amelia controls the speed  
Eager to arrive does not want to rush  
 

Spring blossoms and harmony afternoon tea  
 

Flat tire  
  Unexpected   rain  
Dinner with moonlit village  
A dance to the fire of a pleasant rest  

Amelia is heading north


_____Adriana Citlali
XXIII-IV-MMXIV


 

Inspired by the prompt at POETICS: Rhythm of the road | dVerse.


 

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The fractures of a fallen bridge

 
Sharp mind-aches control his day      
The sway of a woman is to blame      

Her memory hugs his hand      
         infiltrates his amnesia      

    Dry skin absorbs that memory
(like a sponge in the touch of water)
   until it reaches his broken limb

Those eyes sink in the absence
of an exhilaration twice stolen

Despair reaches his bones
It fractures her spirit
       It opens his eyes

She is on the same rocking chair
      misinterpreting the mess


_____Adriana Citlali
XX-IV-MMXIV

 

The Sunday Whirl … Wordle 157 ~ a baker’s dozen

The Sunday Whirl … Wordle 157 ~ a baker’s dozen


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It’s our anniversary

Photo by Phyllis Galembo.


It’s our anniversary

I’m all dressed up   
in black and white.  

I’m all dressed up,   
longing to hold you …  
though I know you are far.  

I covered my face.  
Life won’t see soft tears  
sliding down my skin.  
Not today.  

I sit at the table
that witnessed our rituals,
that saves
our special place.

I’m all dressed up.
It is April 17th.
One glass will not be used.

I stare at the emptiness
of the space you left behind.
It is our anniversary!

My face is masked
in black and white.


_____Adriana Citlali
XVII-IV-MMXIV


 

Today at dVerse, we are writing poetry inspired by the fine art portraits by photographer Phyllis Galembo.

portrait photographer, Phyllis Galembo.

via Poetics – The Photography of Phyllis Galembo | dVerse.


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Grabbed by the roller coaster

How do you price a roller coaster ride?
By its spontaneity or by its resistance?

There was music before the free ride into memories
into confusion
speed and doubt
There was a smile too      perhaps

How do you price a smile?
By its size, duration or its inherent pain?

There is a floor somewhere underneath her feet
She can’t reach it
Gravity does not work
The floor keeps moving    a w  a   y

How do you price the expression of true feelings?
By its absence or by its presence?

There are gentle words
made of struggle and broken dreams
There are soft sentences
composed of reality fragments

How do you price a tear?
By its smoothness or by its beauty?

There is a smile that was a tear
or a forced smile and two tears
pain  and  beauty
absence or speed


_____Adriana Citlali
IX-IV-MMXIV


 


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No barrier tonight

He seeks a girl   
with the diamond edge  
that suspends all routine  

Amelia wears a pleated skirt  
zips up the boots  
goes out for the night  

Swing music at the club  

Tough guy checks her out  
  No strap around her finger  
Tough guy checks him out  
  Enough detail in his face
No barrier

A waterfall of rhythms
Two alcohol units
No magic

Amelia grooves to the beat
glitters and sparkles
She loves to dance

He attempts to approach
She glances at him
He trembles

A drink might power confidence

Amelia wonders impatiently
He smiles at her
She blushes

He suggests going for a walk
She proposes Sunday
The music ends


_____Adriana Citlali
VII-IV-MMXIV


 

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