troubled by the

misty reflection, the haziness of

a stranger staring back at you,

swathed under layers of black overcoat

look at yourself, dangling from a limb, the fragile knots

that hold you still to life

and your grace, poisoned by years of labor, no time for love

here is to the man in the mirror

as the wall melts away, leaving a façade of memories

you never dared to explore,

the dreams you once held dear

before letting them fall to the inferno of surrender,

letting them wash away like ashes

now

let the rain sweep you from the street

and wash away the years

as emotions scramble to their feet.




the screech of a microphone

means she’s all too near,

vesting interests in the thoughts of today

while toying with the intertwined streaks of metal

she feeds with a raspy voice-

each note drips through the patchwork

echoing syllables throughout the stadium

and even beyond

but here, the buoyancy of song

remains evanescent, each note

a diamond that crashes and flutters away

each ear a silent claw

the music passes through like a sandstorm,

and here the journey begins in earnest,

as even

 the melody begins to

take flight.  

 consider

the mellow fields of grey

tender with the breezes of tomorrow

laughter springs,

wall to wall

a child’s voice

cuts through the thick black night

swirls through the

filth trodden valley.

(1)

dread the longpast hours

of

indecent timing..

meander along the path of

broken tears…

clean wind,

sweeping like a broom

spin the clouds to

dust.

 

(2)

attack the full world

that shudders around you like a blanket of broken glass

shine away the peace

that unfolds

delicately,

like a flower;

purple orchids; small, innocent

hush the gold that

spins,

uncontrollably

off its kilter,

off.

center.

 

(3)

make the intruder

un-known to you,

mark it away with

a silvery flourish

touch only what you want to

close off your mind to

the unknown,

the fabric that pulses to the inner beat

waiting to be heard.

 

 

(4)

toss away the

innocence.

tear it away like tissue paper-

rip it to shreds,

thread it through the sunset

and

don’t you dare

look back.

 

             See through,
   draped in invisibility.
        a cloak that covers you up
from the inside out...
        heart                  blanketed in
    heavy lace,
         yearning to break free from
         the silver chains.


POOF!
And it's gone, like
     a puff of pink magic
 Vanishing,
     still shimmering in the air
  watch it slowly dissapate,
         slide through the
   sticky hot Meditterranean
              air.

the spores,
   sticking up, fluffy
       those big pillows you see,
but don't buy.
      green infestation
   climbing higher,
         higher
  a mini-army

Poems Copyright Adrianna Svitak

 

look

over the deck

at the stars

the horses

the moon

look over the

deck

find a new

bright

sun

waiting

there for you.

 

 

 

 

a dusty road

and swirls of color

of bright oil paint colors

green blue red yellow

who painted all this

who did it all

these bright colors

all along this dusty road

and then

you realize

you did.

 

 

 

 

sprouts of

grass

reaching up

from the

hard wind

up

up

up

struggling

makes you

interesting.

 

 

 

 

There is a girl across the street

Her dress matches her eyes

And her eyes match the blue sea

Swimming out from a couple miles away

Salt-filled

But free

Those eyes see just thee.

 

 

 

 
A fresh pumpkin pie

Stoled straight from the

100-year old oven

Resting in the middle of broken stones

My mother made it

The pumpkin pie

With the freshest pumpkins

You’ll ever see

And see again

She made the pumpkin pie on this cold

Fall day

With the fall leaves falling and all

Brown and orange

Too many autumn colors in fall I think

It was a beaut of a pumpkin pie

And we ate it outside

In the shade of a warm maple’s tree

The rain untouching us

At all.

 

 

 

 

a checkerboard

played with

alice from wonderland

and the cheshire cat

except with pink stones

and black stones

and chairs made of silk

and there

sits five hats.

 

 

 

 

Window.

oh yeah

isn’t that window

like a warm

winters night

and a flower

closed up

and a garden

of birds

and a big

space of

tigers?

 

 

 

 

dusty

road

black

and grey

and kind of

like eyes

sad and soft and

dusty

but more so

no cars

just silence

and silence

the

road

it curves

like an

s

in a

mirror.

 

 

 

 

the view of old

roses growing

off a branch

of a sycamore

fill my mind

instead

of what is usually

there.

sadness

and worry.

old roses

still one petal

of each old withering

rose

still holding one

glowing gold

bright red

petal full of

spirit and

smiles.

 

 

 

 

blustery wind blows

your hair back

like in a van gogh

painting

and on a rickety bridge

on a horse

look up at the

sky

starry blue

swirls of spattered paint

but look up

and eyes are clear

you know you have

to

go   on.

 

 

 

 

there’s a

peacock

at your

front

door bright

and blue

-a peacock?

-yeah a peacock

fluffs up

it’s wings

like it’s

proud to be so pretty.

 

 

 

 

Stars

so bright

so free

dancing up

upon

the world

little specks

of little

light

on top of the

world.

 

 

 

 

Little

blue triangle

looks like

a pyramid

but

pyramids

aren’t blue they’re.

wild and gold

and stone and hard.

no it’s a

little blue

blue triangle

woody and

smelling like dirt.

 

Poems Copyright Adrianna Svitak