i. Monday was dark scented with coffee lethargic as northern fog ii. Thursday –you said can let those colours bleed –I stared iii. Today is noiseless only peaceful whispers interrupt with inky voices _____Adriana Citlali XV-I-MMXV The words I just wrote are my first try at…
Tag: poetic style
Silent voice
Whispering thoughts What? Ethereal words and abstract meanings familiar sounds Is it? ephemeral foam disturbing my ears Where? Behind my eyes between my front teeth Is my voice? inside that old chrysalid No! I miss words those galloping verses inside my head the colours and the oxymorons that…