I fall under the influence of the blues beats and sounds this silence and that elusive sharp note I wait until you feel as I do until you observe rhythms in the moon until my hand is held by yours We dance at…
Category: Inspiration
The poetry of the untold
Almost forgotten Waves hitting the corner of your eye Words refusing to leave your muted lips A touch you take for granted Every day Each morning Thru the whole night Ephemeral Sounds silenced by the background noise by that noise –reminder of the relevant…
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…
On dancing while the music lasts
Contact without attachment Expanded freedom limited space hips beats heels tempo step step smile quick quick slow one two turn feel the breeze move your hair spin spin spin again! sense passion at the touch (stranger’s hand) close your eyes detach your body mark the steps play…
It’s our anniversary
It’s our anniversary I’m all dressed up in black and white. I’m all dressed up, longing to hold you … though I know you are far. I covered my face. Life won’t see soft tears sliding down my skin. Not today. I sit at the table that witnessed…
Amelia is out
Somewhere in between thick eyelashes and the second behind her eyes something stops Amelia from leaving It is not lack of a confidence mask not her camouflaged smile nor the keys It is that mirror that keeps staring at her showing the sadness she shares life with…
Moonlit chronicle
Snow outside my window It’s Wednesday in November 2:21AM No wind Sleepless thoughts I download the app Adequate sleep? –it asks I need negative numbers! Sleeping time? I hit zero Tired? Very Would you rate us now or later? I quit –> DELETE 2:30AM Snowdust in the balcony Moonlight dancing…
Your mirror
She thought she was your mirror, reflecting the light behind your irides –the thoughts you don’t share. She thought you would see those golden afternoon rays of light transmuting your worries into magic. She wanted to be the mirror that let you see through the winter and darkness; the one…
American sentences in Norwegian winter
23:21 Exchange sanity for a stranger’s kiss. It’s an apple, bite it! 08:21 Reject the thought, forget the dream: reality –a daily routine. 19:21 Now wonder if this wind still remembers the warmth of his daring lips. _____Adriana Citlali XXV-XI-MMXIII American sentences (17 syllables each) for…
Butterflies are dreamy flowers
They fly the skies, color the wind and follow the stars, just like a dream. They’d like you to join and play with the clouds. They’d like you to enjoy and smile. There’s no doubt! _____Adriana Citlali XIX-X-MMXIII Over at dVerse, Victoria encourages us to write poetry for children….