When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


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**Psychedelic anticipation

Intermittent blue-brightness
  Unsteady sparkles
*  *  *  Fluorescent flashes   *  *

Insomniac Amelia pretends to sleep

Blaring lines propagate inside closed eyelids
Dizzying roller-coaster glow-rides

Amelia deep-dives in psychedelic night

Gleaming clock-light marks minutes
      with brassband effusion

Confusion      *     Distortion
   Moody hallucinations

Exhausted, Amelia decides to STOP
*    *  Electric spirals fight her desires
Amelia imposes a waltz dance
  *     A rainbow-on-acid offers a ride

Amelia thinks of dawn

Monettian smoothness

Satie-an soft-piano      fades  away

Amelia sleeps…


_____Adriana Citlali
XXXI-I-MMXVII

dVerse Poets Pub –today’s word is dawn.


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Silver with a dash of blue

I saw a silverbird the other day. We greeted each other as curious strangers –with a subtle eye recognition,         at   the  distance.
Silverbirds are known to be reserved.

One moonless night, he came to my window and sang a spellbinding song —Just for me!
I waited impatiently each sunset for darkness; darkness dazzled by that ephemeral song.
Then came the midnight sun.

Unbreakable until then, I did not understand the spiral I was falling into. I longed for crystalline enchantment, longed for the song.
In dizzying sunlight, my steps trembled.

I fell and broke.


_____Adriana Citlali
XVII-II-MMXVI

For dVerse | Poets Pub’s challenge to write a poem using the first person –-an apparent first person (maybe).


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Death and jazz

I think of you and wonder ’bout    
death and cycles    
dawns or sunsets    
   nightmares    
doors    
bliss    

It’s all mixed up    
blended into amorphous impressions    

Unseen thoughts
                  right here
Old jazz inside my head

Music fused with closure
maybe also melancholy
or serenity

Is it freedom or tragedy
across the boundary?

I think ’bout me and wonder
dawns or sunsets

Is it only jazz inside my head?


_____Adriana Citlali
XXXI-X-MMXV

This jazzy poem got inspired by a recent trip to New Orleans and Björn’s words at dVerse Pub’s Open Link Night #159.


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I will fall again

I fall under the influence of the blues  
    beats and sounds  
this silence and that elusive sharp note  

I wait until you feel as I do  
until you observe rhythms in the moon  
  until my hand is held by yours  

We dance at a melancholic tune
full of jazz-richness
bursting tango-passion
with a slow bolero-beat

The lights are dimmed slowly
We are in a fantasy-looking forest
You lead my steps
I follow with little resistance

One more turn
We are back
  Music  StopS  
You look into my eyes       smile

Time  StopS  with the silence
Your right hand refuses to leave my waist
My body feels the warmth of your touch

Soft sounds reinitiate the clocks

You and I   dance
       fallen under the influence of music

I am smiling
 I’m falling

You pulled me closer
  You fell

We
Dance
   under the influence
Ready to fall again


_____Adriana Citlali
XVI-X-MMXIV

 

Prompt > dVerse Poetics – Under the Influence of Music :
Today I wrote under the influence of Fallen by Presuntos Implicados & Randy Crawford: