When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


In the still…

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

Quadrille #31 –today’s word: still | dVerse.
(A quadrille is a 44-word poem.)


Grabbed by the roller coaster

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



Mystery of expansion

Her eyes are absence.
They live in the back of her head
seeking something hidden
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


Sci-Fi poetry written for Poetics | dVerse.