Showing 27 paintings on canvas and 2 photographs.


Showing 27 paintings on canvas and 2 photographs.
Start slow beat by beat
What’s the sound?
Listen carefully
roll along a pulse
Beat
If space shrinks:
Lock those eyes
hit a smile
Are you dancing?
Evoke mahogany bass flow loop resonate
Edge the tone
high and low
wild while soft
sweet
hot
_____Adriana Citlali
XVIII-VI-MMXX
Posted over at d’Verse Poets Pub: Quadrille 106
What are stars really?
Nothing
but collapsed massive dust-clouds
under their own gravity
Three black candles
Five dead roses to conceal a secret
Seven songs, a drum beat and a long silence
Amelia’s eyes follow
the swirl of smoke provoked by the lit candles
Eleven scenarios
Thirteen memories repeated ad libitum
A hundred and one hours to ponder a fixation
Amelia’s left hand feels
the touch of nostalgia conjured by the silence
Seventy one chants of an imaginary ritual
thirty-seven untold promises
two tears and a smile
What is this really?
Nothing
but collapsed obsessive thoughts
under their own passion
_____Adriana Citlali
XXV-IV-MMXVII
Today’s theme at dVerse is community. The prompt got me writing about a semi-ethereal one.
Amelia runs through the labyrinth inside the secret room 1101 behind her eyelids, where memories are allowed, desires are contained, possibilities forbidden.
Perplexity all over.
The threat:
Three bewildered cats danced around Amelia
The range:
Close encounter within a confined space
The place:
Not here, not there –not anymore
The match:
Forbidden realm
The cost:
Repression
_____Adriana Citlali
XXVI-II-MMXVI
IX-V-MMXVI
“But the beauty is in the walking — we are betrayed by destinations.”
― Gwyn Thomas
It is Haibun Monday #13 at dVerse, and the theme is walking.
Strictly speaking, this is not a haibun. It’s structure has been inspired by that of haibuns.
All chiseled good looks
you fix your hair
with a half smile I stare
You are that foreign
confident puzzle
you chose to be
I let you be
I let you stain my dream
with superior charm and wit
I will forget you anyway
after the dumb alarm
cries its feckless call
Not yet Not!
I’m sober with a wine high
I smile a winner look
The luminous day turns dark
You approach me
I reach for your hand
I’m in the hollow of your arms
We fall into lucid passion
You close my eyes
Now we dance a spiral waltz
I touch your hair
You seduce my lips
We neglect the vulnerable nature
of our eternity
… spin in limitless rapture
You touch my hips
I kiss your neck
A whirl in absolute ecstasy
The feckless call
Sun invading my bed
The silent hollow of this morning!
I shut my eyes eager
to erase the path of no return
The silent hollow in my room!
I refuse
will not forget!
_____Adriana Citlali
XXIII-VIII-MMXV
Sunday Whirl (Wordle #213)