When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


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Shaken

Name your poison   –he said
      I thought of you

A rum carnation with crimson zest
      I blent a smile

Shaken words stirred the silence
      You glimpsed at me


_____Adriana Citlali
XI-X-MMXVI

dVerse | Poets Pub –dVerse Poetics: Muse Mixology


Today’s challenge is to incorporate pub and drinking terms into a poem, without a bar/drinking scene, and within 33 words max.

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Did I?

I remembered you red, crimson red, with blue eyes, dark suit. A glare burnt into forced amnesia. A flare that lingered through the fall. Forbidden faint memories, triggered by the echo of my voice —I don’t need you. You don’t need me.    

I saw you after the storm yesterday. Did you say hello? Did I? Your silver eyes smiled, like a secret sparkle. You changed. Did I?    

Winter blossom, scarlet flower.    
So late.   Oh!   So early.
Will you survive this snow storm?


_____Adriana Citlali
XII-I-MMXVI