When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


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Nefelibata

What does time mean
                        between   a night   and   a cloud?

Where does space go in the middle of a kiss?
Where is absence when passion ends?

I walk in foggy autumn                   
         cannot                     remember the place
                            I can’t                
                           Though, there’s that perfume
                          scented by golden leaves about to 
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           like bright yellow rain-sparkles in the dark

I walk on scented fog through autumn and absence 

a golden kiss and a cloud 
                                                               Where?

_____Adriana Citlali
XII-XI-MMXX

Open Link Night | dVerse.


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Autumn stupor

Drowsed by golden leaves,
Amelia  rests  at  her  balcony.

Her thoughts blink purple and red,
under a Monetian sunset.

Amelia wonders about the passion contained in clouds.
A secret desire? A lover’s touch?

Scarlet elixir indulges her lips.
Eyelids closed. He whispers. She observes.


_____Adriana Citlali
XI-X-MMXVI

Quadrille #18 | dVerse


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There comes winter

©Adriana Citlali Ramírez 2014

©Adriana Citlali Ramírez 2014

I follow the smoke unaware
Its swirling path mirrors the mist of my thoughts
… or not —I whisper when I catch my wanders

Autumn is almost death
There comes winter and the heavy blackness
… or not —I hope for snow and solar storms
            frosted clouds
     iridescent skies
   chaotic dreams
       french passion
           ephemeral contrast
 flames  red  fire
 skis and snow


_____Adriana Citlali
I-XII-MMXIV


OpenLinkNight – November 2014 | dVerse Poets Pub.