Don’t you adore the sway of that tree?
It’s icy branches reflect moonlight,
as slow motion sparkles.
Don’t you want to join its rhythm?
Move your arms gracefully,
free your feet and shine?
Sway away. Scintillate.
Release your freedom.
Adore.
_____Adriana Citlali
XXVII-I-MMXVI
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
Spring weather in winter.
Fisherman lands monster catfish.
Why you should care about deflation.
–Amelia turns the page.
Fog in St Petersburg.
Lost Sherlock Holmes story discovered.
Get ready for $10 oil.
–Amelia reads the article.
Winter wonderland in the south.
The beauty of a five-mile rainbow.
U.S. drone-attacks Yemen.
–Amelia sips her coffee.
Brazil priest falls in grave while praying at burial
Science explains the dress-color debate.
Bosses learn not to be so clueless.
–Amelia is overwhelmed by indifference.
Amelia is surrounded by news.
_____Adriana Citlali
XXVIII-II-MMXV
©Adriana Citlali Ramírez 2014
I follow the smoke unaware
Its swirling path mirrors the mist of my thoughts
… or not —I whisper when I catch my wanders
Autumn is almost death
There comes winter and the heavy blackness
… or not —I hope for snow and solar storms
frosted clouds
iridescent skies
chaotic dreams
french passion
ephemeral contrast
flames red fire
skis and snow
_____Adriana Citlali
I-XII-MMXIV
OpenLinkNight – November 2014 | dVerse Poets Pub.
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