When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


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Beat #2

I observe. Your dreamy lips move endlessly.
Words disintegrate –only silence reaches my ears.
I shall leave.

 

_____Adriana Citlali
XIII-II-MMXVI

I call this form a Beat Poem: a sharp, though-provoking description of a unique thought/moment in 3 verses of 7-7-3 words.

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