Amelia in the dark

      What do you do when life comes crashing
                                      into you
like a sound-machine                 that can’t emit silence?

What do I do when January darkness hits me in mid-November? –Amelia questions the lightless air surrounding her. The lightless bricks that keep arranging themselves in front of her eyes. Those perfectly placed fractals that make her feel that life is upside down. Amelia is transported by a speedless rollercoaster into an augmented reality that keeps projecting dark into her irides   .  .  .    Amelia shakes her head —This, too, shall pass.

The clouds up there    dissolve    into fluttering dust.
With one eye open                       Amelia spins back to silence.

_____Adriana Citlali
IX-XI-MMXVII




A flowy passage

Amelia looks at the water where moonlight transmutes into a flowy passage. She wonders how it would be to walk such path. Would it free her? Would it liberate all fears? She imagines fears released and flying away like colourful butterflies. Amelia observes the night, the fluttery rainbow leaving her body as she walks forward.



_____Adriana Citlali
VII-II-MMXVI

Poetic prose in 55 words. Written for the Flash 55 PLUS! challenge.



A tree’s sonata

Don’t you adore the sway of that tree?   
It’s icy branches reflect moonlight,   
as slow motion sparkles.   

Don’t you want to join its rhythm?   
Move your arms gracefully,   
free your feet and shine?   

Sway away. Scintillate.   
Release your freedom.   
Adore.   




_____Adriana Citlali
XXVII-I-MMXVI

After sunset menu

            
MENU 

         
Nibbles
Quick glance fondue 
A dash of passion fruit
Focused glimpses with a though

         
First Course
Burgundy wine infused eye contact
Doubts bisquet with blush and croutons
Casual approach with uncertain excitement

         
Entree
Crispy smiles with mixed spices
Slow danced questions sprinkled with answers
Sauteed moonlight over witty comments and a laugh

         
Dessert
Shy kiss treat
Chocolate covered ocean sounds
Electricity rich hug and playful hand touch 


         
Digestive
Happy times tequila shot 
       or
Mad Hatter's tea party for two




_____Adriana Citlali
XVIII-VI-MMXV



Poetics: You are my caviar | dVerse.



Moonlit chronicle

Snow outside my window
It’s Wednesday in November
2:21AM
No wind

Sleepless thoughts

I download the app
Adequate sleep? –it asks
I need negative numbers!
Sleeping time?
I hit zero
Tired?
Very
Would you rate us now or later?
I quit
–> DELETE

2:30AM
Snowdust in the balcony
Moonlight dancing
Two clouds
No cars

2:33AM
A girl walking home
Is she?
Footsteps
No heels

2:37AM
Clouded moon
Dark serenity
Cold breeze
No stress

Peaceful thoughts?
Maybe
Feeling cold?
A little
Would you sleep now or later?
Can’t tell
Time?
4:03AM
Bed?
OK




_____Adriana Citlali
XX-XI-MMXIII


 

It’s open link night at Week 123 | dVerse. Claudia is hosting the bar and just reminded us to connect with our own lives in the “art” we attempt to create.