Your eyes are so dark. You stared
with that sweet quite smile. Eyes interlocked.
Felt unveiled. Why?
_____Adriana Citlali XXIX-I-MMXXIII
Your eyes are so dark. You stared
with that sweet quite smile. Eyes interlocked.
Felt unveiled. Why?
_____Adriana Citlali XXIX-I-MMXXIII
Raised as a fire-ignited vision
I reach the still of tonight
far up there
right above oblivion
I see you kissing my lips
Freed from hefty gravity
I look down at our confusion
far up there
right besides stillness
I see us turning around
_____Adriana Citlali
XXIV-IV-MMXVII
Quadrille #31 –today’s word: still | dVerse.
(A quadrille is a 44-word poem.)
Amelia runs through the labyrinth inside the secret room 1101 behind her eyelids, where memories are allowed, desires are contained, possibilities forbidden.
Perplexity all over.
The threat:
Three bewildered cats danced around Amelia
The range:
Close encounter within a confined space
The place:
Not here, not there –not anymore
The match:
Forbidden realm
The cost:
Repression
_____Adriana Citlali
XXVI-II-MMXVI
IX-V-MMXVI
“But the beauty is in the walking — we are betrayed by destinations.”
― Gwyn Thomas
It is Haibun Monday #13 at dVerse, and the theme is walking.
Strictly speaking, this is not a haibun. It’s structure has been inspired by that of haibuns.
Write your emotions! –I hear.
All I can think of is pizza and ice,
or a kiss and a hand-shake,
vinegar and wine.
That doesn’t make any sense!
Why can’t I express myself coherently today?
All I imagine is passion under icy rain;
random sequences of vivid/lifeless vibes.
Neon lights blinking incessantly.
I open the glass door.
All I feel is the northern wind mixed
with warm air escaping confinement.
There is turbulence in the contrast.
I enter the balcony.
All I sense is a cold, misty utopia,
spiraling ’round me, like a lasting hug.
I am tired –will not fight.
Today,
I accept,
my emotions are bewildered.
_____Adriana Citlali
XXV-XI-MMXV
Poetry as a vehicle to transport emotions @ dVerse Poets Pub.
Amelia strolls the streets of a foggy forest
full of memories to collect –or not …
ordinary solitude
sporadic apathy
sun
Amelia turns right on Spring St.
unexpected connection
exceptional passion
anticipated deadline
risk
rush
Amelia crosses Stability St.
unknown territory
distance
fear
Stop sign!
confusion
desire
Amelia walks on Reality St.
_____Adriana Citlali
XXX-VIII-MMXIV