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.)
How do you price a roller coaster ride?
By its spontaneity or by its resistance?
There was music before the free ride into memories
into confusion
speed and doubt
There was a smile too perhaps
How do you price a smile?
By its size, duration or its inherent pain?
There is a floor somewhere underneath her feet
She can’t reach it
Gravity does not work
The floor keeps moving a w a y
How do you price the expression of true feelings?
By its absence or by its presence?
There are gentle words
made of struggle and broken dreams
There are soft sentences
composed of reality fragments
How do you price a tear?
By its smoothness or by its beauty?
There is a smile that was a tear
or a forced smile and two tears
pain and beauty
absence or speed
_____Adriana Citlali
IX-IV-MMXIV
Her eyes are absence.
They live in the back of her head
seeking something hidden
between
gravity
and the inconsistency of understanding a simple, yet incomplete, equation.
The neurons are moving briskly,
running away like dots in an expanding balloon.
Her eyes seek independent paths;
they get confused while selecting the domain that should be followed.
Everything is changing with pulses accelerating the beat of life.
One eye collapses right after a rainbow-colored explosion becomes attractive.
The other is rapt by dark energy and travels away faster than white rays.
_____Adriana Citlali
XVIII-XI-MMIII
XVIII-XI-MMXIII
Sci-Fi poetry written for Poetics | dVerse.
When space is silence...