Amelia feels stressed and distressed Too tired for productivity Too late for adventure Too busy for love Too early for bed She looks at the pile of laundry –reminds her of one hundred unanswered emails Oh, sweet procrastination! Amelia runs the dishwasher and sweeps the floor while adding items to…
Category: Amelia
Amelia and the fall
The underground’s entrance is a clown’s mouth Amelia thought of the path she used to walk eternal afternoons blissy oblivion shiny silence Then came the fall –she whispered — & death Mysterious smile Two days ago she longed for that…
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….
Cherry jam
Amelia feels desperate She is upset demotivated maybe sad out of focus a bit here a bit there Amelia is angry with the world because the sky is cloudy without shedding any snow the trees are leafless thin and mostly quiet (smart…
Amelia thanks joy — Amelia thanks depression
Amelia contemplated the layers of a day to be thankful. Joy, she thanked: Today I thought of you maybe I longed the idea of you certainly I missed a smile that once made me believe in eternity that messy…
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 …
Amelia wrote a list
How? Video He Guitar Pink Floyd –archive Tattoo He Phone Pills –attenuate Photo She Mirror Voices –fade away Wish? Rose He Candles Breakfast kiss –frame Wine He Passion Midsummer indulgence –preserve Sculpture She Wings Twilight ephemerality –save You? You He Face Man –contemplate He? You? Ghost Others –observe Amelia…
The end of this summer
Amelia strolls the streets of a foggy forest full of memories to collect –or not … ordinary solitude sporadic apathy sun Amelia turns right on Spring St. unexpected connection exceptional passion anticipated deadline risk rush Amelia crosses Stability St. unknown territory distance fear Stop sign! confusion desire Amelia walks…
Just a few seconds
Amelia felt confused for just a few seconds. The confusion led to fear, fear to sadness. She was sad about the possibility of a past event. An event that might had happened without her knowing until now. But if it did happen … decisions should have been different. Maybe the…
On trueness and reality
Claudia: How real do you get in your poetry? I craft poems as a reflection of my instantaneous reality My poetry evolves with feelings evoked by old memories mixed with recent experience sparkled with salty tears or fugitive laughs Anell: How true is it?…