I loved you for just one more night
You came in that dream after our journey
–the long one walking apart
Off-guard
Edginess in our exchange
Expectation maybe fog
Night-wine seven candles two glasses
Utopian hours dismissed distance
unrestrained ecstasy
Though it ends again
_____Adriana Citlali
XX-VII-MMXVI
Source: A quadrille (44 words) to celebrate dVerse’s 5th anniversary!
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.
Photo by IndigoBlue
Cover my irides from all light
Let the people around fade slowly
–smoke dissipating into peaceful darkness
Cover my ears from coherent sounds
–random noise losing its volume
Let me lie down
My lightless wings grow gently
–serene brush strokes by a faceless painter
I open my arms
hug the warmth of absence
of flying without movement
directionless
dimension-free
of dreaming with no light
oblivious
unconcerned
When I need to disappear
I melt into a dark-winged angel
& fly unaffected by this world
_____Adriana Citlali
XXVIII-I-MMXV
Today I read Debi Swim’s blog. I bumped into Death of a Poet, a poem inspired by the photo from indigoblue posted above and the prompt at Poem Tryouts: Take Wing. The photo is artistic and thought-provoking –I had to write a poem!
The lights are off The music on
It rains outside
You could not remember
I deceive
The air had your smell
Complicity-perfumed breeze
I could not care anymore
Conniving wind
Extended stillness
Passion-scented stillness
You lied
The night is on
After-rain freshness enters my unreality
The air has your breeze
You are close
I dream
I lie
_____Adriana Citlali
XXVI-X-MMXIV
Tonight I am writing under the influence of beautiful, melancholic music.
Almost forgotten
Waves hitting the corner of your eye
Words refusing to leave your muted lips
A touch you take for granted
Every day
Each morning
Thru the whole night
Ephemeral
Sounds silenced by the background noise
by that noise –reminder of the relevant
the atonal background that makes our life monotonous
that makes us forget the music
in the details –vital subtleties deemed soundless
What is your silence?
What fills your day without recognition?
Is it her memory or your loneliness?
… the warmness of the blanket?
… the kindness in that dream?
Or just forced stillness in your thoughts?
Obstructed
Moments we decide to ignore
Experiences pushed deep into oblivion
Numbness inflicted to believe in the ordinary
Known conformity of the self who hides from oddity
Obstruction of the everyday outliers
Today
I’ll dream ethereal realities that can’t be forgotten
Tomorrow
I’ll take the risk, paint the canvas, unplug my ears
But first
I’ll tell the memory, mute the silence, dance the walk, feel the touch!
_____Adriana Citlali
VIII-X-MMXIV
When space is silence... 