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Cherry jam

Amelia feels desperate    
   She  is   upset    
      demotivated    
        maybe  sad    
       out  of  focus    

a bit here    
        a   bit         there

Amelia is   angry   with the world
because the sky is cloudy
     without shedding any snow
the trees are leafless
     thin and mostly quiet
     (smart birds emigrated already)

Amelia wants to shout
 punch  a pillow     with ever-changing faces
                          *** of  you ***
                         the nameless you
                       the one too slow at the checkout counter
                       the one who can’t stop texting
                       the one who hurts
                  the ones bleeding those countries
                  the spammers
                     bad jokers
                     sore losers
                     ungraceful winners
          the dreamers and the romantics
             pragmatics   &   escapists

Amelia talked to the mirror: It is so dark outside!
                                          so many tasks to finish
                                          so many loose ends
                                    so …

Amelia felt hungry
humble
maybe arrogant
                  Nothing more than a bad day

Amelia ate a piece of bread
with butter and cherry jam
                  Tasty    –she thought
                  The northern lights are behind these clouds
                  ready to light up the sky and my days
               somehow


_____Adriana Citlali
XVIII-XII-MMXIV


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There comes winter

©Adriana Citlali Ramírez 2014

©Adriana Citlali Ramírez 2014

I follow the smoke unaware
Its swirling path mirrors the mist of my thoughts
… or not —I whisper when I catch my wanders

Autumn is almost death
There comes winter and the heavy blackness
… or not —I hope for snow and solar storms
            frosted clouds
     iridescent skies
   chaotic dreams
       french passion
           ephemeral contrast
 flames  red  fire
 skis and snow


_____Adriana Citlali
I-XII-MMXIV


OpenLinkNight – November 2014 | dVerse Poets Pub.