A cloud melted my dreams last month,
before dissolving itself into sound and rainbow.
I wonder why.
_____Adriana Citlali
III-XII-MMXV
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Passion under icy rain
Write your emotions! –I hear.
All I can think of is pizza and ice,
or a kiss and a hand-shake,
vinegar and wine.
That doesn’t make any sense!
Why can’t I express myself coherently today?
All I imagine is passion under icy rain;
random sequences of vivid/lifeless vibes.
Neon lights blinking incessantly.
I open the glass door.
All I feel is the northern wind mixed
with warm air escaping confinement.
There is turbulence in the contrast.
I enter the balcony.
All I sense is a cold, misty utopia,
spiraling ’round me, like a lasting hug.
I am tired –will not fight.
Today,
I accept,
my emotions are bewildered.
_____Adriana Citlali
XXV-XI-MMXV
Poetry as a vehicle to transport emotions @ dVerse Poets Pub.
Outside
The lights are off The music on
It rains outside
You could not remember
I deceive
The air had your smell
Complicity-perfumed breeze
I could not care anymore
Conniving wind
Extended stillness
Passion-scented stillness
You lied
The night is on
After-rain freshness enters my unreality
The air has your breeze
You are close
I dream
I lie
_____Adriana Citlali
XXVI-X-MMXIV
Tonight I am writing under the influence of beautiful, melancholic music.
Where’s the respect?
L: Ohh! How I hate slush!
and those icy roads
threatening our contact
R: Her voice! Her voice complaining
that our touch is too smooth
Too slick for the season
L: Unbelievable!
Where is the respect?
When was style forgotten?
R: The bitch fell down
So what?
Everyone falls someday
L: Winter is coming
dark days ahead
back into that closet
R: Soon forgotten!
while that bulky pair
makes the rounds
L: Oh! So unfair!
How I hate that stuffy couple
heavy and slow
R: They’ve got no manners
no etiquette
no heels, no style
L: Can’t breath here
it’s too crowded
I miss the rain …
_____Adriana Citlali
I-XII-MMXIII
Where’s the respect?
This poem is written for dVerse Poetics: A mile in these Shoes.
When rain cannot embrace aridity
Rain outside
The room
cold
the air
dry
Brown foliage ready for fire
Dilated eyes tired of nothing
Sharp rhythms and rain outside
A candle dries her visions
Petals thinking in red
Begging for heat
She is not here
The air withers her spirit
Fades her passion
Brown pupils loosing control
Falling into pieces
Like dead flowers touched by the wind
The lightning is far
The noise
right here
Rain is not outside
II-III-MMV
