Push those clouds a w a y . . .
Kick them! Far! far a w a y
Take me f u r t h e r
S c e n t m y s k y w i t h
golden sunflowers
glowing honey velvety warmth
cinnamon ray-paths freshly-cut dawn
smooth dewdrops cacao hints
a first love kiss & ephemeral youth
E n h a n c e m y s e n s e s
L o s e c o n t r o l
F r e e m e
Again!
_____Adriana Citlali
VI-I-MMXVI
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.
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.
When space is silence...