Dark, bleeding, noiseless days

i.
Monday was dark  
         scented with coffee  
lethargic  
         as northern fog  



ii.
Thursday
         –you said
can let those colours bleed
         –I stared



iii.
Today is noiseless
         only peaceful whispers
interrupt
         with inky voices




_____Adriana Citlali
XV-I-MMXV

The words I just wrote are my first try at tenWord poetry –a form invented by Brian Miller.

In Brian’s words:
“I call this one tenWord, because after ten words no one is listening anyway, or already formulating their response…and what can you say in ten words…”

 
dVerse.

Silent voice

Whispering thoughts

What?

Ethereal words and abstract meanings
                        familiar sounds
           Is it?
ephemeral foam disturbing my ears

Where?

Behind my eyes
between my front teeth
             Is  my  voice?
inside that old chrysalid

No!

I  miss
        words
those
     galloping verses inside my head
the colours and the oxymorons
that beautiful incongruent image
the cruel kindness of the elusive symbol
     of the evasive meaning
    of the slippery sound

_____Adriana Citlali
XIV-II-MMXIII

  
  
  
Today, Guy Reiser Cannon challenged us to write in our own, comfortable voice and style at dVerse. It was not an easy task. Today my voice was a fugitive!