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Death and jazz

I think of you and wonder ’bout    
death and cycles    
dawns or sunsets    
   nightmares    
doors    
bliss    

It’s all mixed up    
blended into amorphous impressions    

Unseen thoughts
                  right here
Old jazz inside my head

Music fused with closure
maybe also melancholy
or serenity

Is it freedom or tragedy
across the boundary?

I think ’bout me and wonder
dawns or sunsets

Is it only jazz inside my head?


_____Adriana Citlali
XXXI-X-MMXV

This jazzy poem got inspired by a recent trip to New Orleans and Björn’s words at dVerse Pub’s Open Link Night #159.

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Synchronicity

This is the moment
I want to keep in a frozen time
frozen by the flame that opens eternity
to mortal life

This is the air
            I needed to breathe
The touch
                I wanted to hold
The peace
       I was praying to have

I don’t need sun anymore
This light is blazing my heart
Bliss is closer than ever
it falls through the rainbow
and there’s a smile begging to stay

This   is   my   moment
            I’m   flying    outside    the    limits     of      time

_____Adriana Citlali
XIII-IX-MMIII
XXVII-IV-MMXII

Note: Read what others have to say in OpenLinkNight ~ Week 78 at dVerse.