In the absence of distractions my own darkness fills this silence Change is here again Planned path / unknown outcome A life to be –or not Too much time too many thoughts blinking in the dark Arbitrary memories flash here and there …
Tag: poem
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…
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?…
Road rhythm
Amelia travels the road again The air smells of music with a taste of sun Golden road rhythm and fresh sky for breakfast Amelia drives north seeking a mirror where to finally look at the naked reflection of her true eyes…
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…
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…
Grabbed by the roller coaster
How do you price a roller coaster ride? By its spontaneity or by its resistance? There was music before the free ride into memories into confusion speed and doubt There was a smile too perhaps How do you price a smile? By its size, duration or its inherent pain? There…
Where’s the respect?
L: Ohh! How I hate slush! and those icy roads threatening our contact R: Her voice! Her voice complaining that our touch is too smooth Too slick for the season L: Unbelievable! Where is the respect? When was style forgotten? R: The bitch fell down So what? Everyone…
Mystery of expansion
Her eyes are absence. They live in the back of her head seeking something hidden between gravity and the inconsistency of understanding a simple, yet incomplete, equation. The neurons are moving briskly, running away like dots in an expanding balloon. Her eyes seek independent paths; they get confused while selecting…
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…