When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


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A tree’s sonata

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

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Take me further

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


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Surrounded by news

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


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There comes winter

©Adriana Citlali Ramírez 2014

©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.