A cloud melted my dreams last month,
before dissolving itself into sound and rainbow.
I wonder why.
_____Adriana Citlali
III-XII-MMXV
A cloud melted my dreams last month,
before dissolving itself into sound and rainbow.
I wonder why.
_____Adriana Citlali
III-XII-MMXV
A citizen of the world, born in Mexico city... A physicist (working as a geophysicist) and a part-time artist (creative writing, oil/acrylic painting, photography)… All posts, visual art, and poems ©Adriana Citlali Ramírez. All rights reserved.
December 3, 2015 at 8:52 pm
Such an intriguing short crisp poem ~ I like the dissolving itself into sound and rainbow.
December 3, 2015 at 9:01 pm
A beautiful moment, well-imagined. Nice to see you, Adriana. Hope to see you today or tomorrow at dVerse.
December 3, 2015 at 9:02 pm
I will do my best to join, Victoria. Thanks for stopping by.
December 3, 2015 at 9:07 pm
Of course….you are already here!!! Well, hope to see you often in the future.
December 3, 2015 at 9:10 pm
Hahaha! I thought that something special was going to happen soon at dVerse, and that you were giving a heads up… Anyway, on second thoughts, there is something special each time at the poets pub.
December 3, 2015 at 9:07 pm
Just lovely, Adriana. Sometimes it is the short poems that leave the strongest impression. A cloud melting into sound and rainbow – love it!
December 3, 2015 at 9:11 pm
I did a lot of writing and deleting today. This is what survived…. smiles!
December 3, 2015 at 9:31 pm
Brevity worn as bravery; you ain’t afraid of shortness. I enjoyed the piece, & yes, you accomplished the synesthesia as well.
December 3, 2015 at 9:38 pm
The first line is absolutely stunning… and it build itself so well into that last line… in brevity it says it all…
December 3, 2015 at 11:23 pm
Pure perfection 😀
December 4, 2015 at 1:22 am
A beautiful synesthesia image of a cloud melting a dream. Nature often leaves us wondering…
December 4, 2015 at 3:26 am
Smiles.. November
clouds are clouds
of past that
melt dreams
for me
until
Spring Sun
comes again..
somehow i erased
the clouds from the
sky.. decades practice..:)
December 4, 2015 at 12:12 pm
I used to love clouds when I was living in Mexico City… Sunny days, year long spring temperature, white puffy clouds. I am not sure I love them in Norway –might need to borrow your eraser.
December 4, 2015 at 4:42 pm
Ugh.. I’m never moving north but I’m always moving and that is the secret of my eraser of dark human clouds.. Adrianna.. Dance free Dance.. Just dance free..:)
December 4, 2015 at 3:36 am
I love short poems. As a reader, they turn on my imagination because there’s so much room to apply the poet’s image to my own experience. Wonderful. I think this one could even be shorter, maybe without the last line, leaving just the image? 🙂 But wonderful regardless.
December 4, 2015 at 4:41 am
Beautiful image – and as brief as rainbows often are. Bravo on the brevity as well!
December 4, 2015 at 1:07 pm
Writing and deleting led to a crisp, beautiful poem.
December 4, 2015 at 6:02 pm
The brevity only serves to intensify!
December 5, 2015 at 2:43 pm
Nicely put….and ‘why’?
December 5, 2015 at 4:27 pm
Sharp and short, and lingering with unanswered questions. Nice.