When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


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The fractures of a fallen bridge

 
Sharp mind-aches control his day      
The sway of a woman is to blame      

Her memory hugs his hand      
         infiltrates his amnesia      

    Dry skin absorbs that memory
(like a sponge in the touch of water)
   until it reaches his broken limb

Those eyes sink in the absence
of an exhilaration twice stolen

Despair reaches his bones
It fractures her spirit
       It opens his eyes

She is on the same rocking chair
      misinterpreting the mess


_____Adriana Citlali
XX-IV-MMXIV

 

The Sunday Whirl … Wordle 157 ~ a baker’s dozen

The Sunday Whirl … Wordle 157 ~ a baker’s dozen

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Gothic times

Manipulative sadness  
      vivacious master of the grievance we wont damage
fake
      casual echo
of a sassy duple in a resonant fugue

A night-spread lavishly disturbing us

Short  sparks  of vibrant violet light
single vision fighting a vacuous exchange
of psychedelic music

A sky slathered with sumptuous darkness

 Oscillatory feelings
  jazzy  beats
stark dialogue

Gothic times approaching

nonstop

No!

_____Adriana Citlali
XV-IX-MMXIII


Wordle 126