Infinity in a smoky thread of purple blood
Surrounded by darkless nights
endless skies and black metal
she explores science, death or poetry
she wonders about the emptiness
of a busy day
the music of a magnificent storm
the silence in the background noise
that space we left behind
The girl looks at the purple stream
denouncing her
flowing in empty space
It could start a new cycle
be a spiral, initiation
or just the end
_____Adriana Citlali
I-VIII-MMXIII
Over at dVerse Sam Peralta is motivating us to write Twitter Poetry –each stanza must be 140 characters or less (spaces and punctuation included).
My attempt is a bit of a dark poem, but that’s today’s inspiration. It has exactly 140 characters per stanza. Drop by Form for All: Poetry as Semaphore @ dVerse and read what other poets are twitting.
August 1, 2013 at 10:30 pm
fantastic…you had me at the opening line…amazing imagery…the music of the storm, love that…the emptiness of a busy day…some nice nuggets in here…smiles. and the possibility of either in the end…
August 1, 2013 at 10:35 pm
My prehispanic ancestors thought that human life was just a cycle, just a mirror of the life of annual plants: They have to die every year to be able to live again. I like the idea.
August 1, 2013 at 10:40 pm
Following Sam’s guidelines, I just “twitted” my poem:
Adriana Citlali (adcitlali) on Twitter.
August 1, 2013 at 11:25 pm
Really breathtaking, Adriana. I see a girl caught in the ‘now’ and yet, the cycle is about to begin again.
August 1, 2013 at 11:28 pm
Thank you!
August 1, 2013 at 11:51 pm
that first line is just amazing
a tweet of a poem
August 3, 2013 at 1:44 pm
Thank you 🙂
August 2, 2013 at 5:14 am
Infinity in a thread of blood… darkless nights… the space we left behind… what a truly amazing poem you wrote here. Connecting it to your heritage is beautiful… I love this…. it’s beautiful and thought-provoking and it just might be my favorite from this prompt.
August 2, 2013 at 6:54 am
You just made my day with your comment. Thanks a lot!
August 2, 2013 at 9:06 am
A really intriguing write that I most enjoyed.
August 2, 2013 at 12:17 pm
the silence in the background noise ….think that’s what hit me most here…not sure why exactly..think it touched something deeper…need to ponder….smiles
August 2, 2013 at 2:26 pm
Wow – what a dark piece, how that kind of music goes well with a dark mood. However with purple you make me think of Prince – and that’s less dark.
August 3, 2013 at 1:02 pm
One of the beauties (or dangers) of sharing our creative writing is that readers can interpret it with their own background. After reading your comment, I spent some time considering its consequences. I do not like the connection with Prince, but I decided it does not bother me enough to attempt a change. Purple blood was what felt right to me when writing this piece… That is still the color I feel I need there.
Thanks for a thought provoking comment!
August 3, 2013 at 1:09 pm
I can understand that… I will see Prince in concert tomorrow, so I’m slightly tainted on that.
August 3, 2013 at 1:51 pm
Enjoy the concert!
August 2, 2013 at 2:43 pm
Your poetry has a depth here – painting a portrait of a girl by getting under her skin. Well done.
August 3, 2013 at 2:19 am
Your poem, the 2nd verse especially, really speaks to me. Perhaps it is where I am at, at this moment– at the end of one cycle and the beginning of a new. It is reconstruction time, again. ~peace, jason
August 3, 2013 at 1:40 pm
I wish you all the success! New beginnings can be challenging but they are a great opportunity.
August 3, 2013 at 2:36 am
I do like the idea that to be reborn, one must first turn to ashes, like a phoenix. With this perspective, the poem’s theme is not so foreboding, but hides a sliver of hope.
I wanted to say… you’re a physicist? So am I! I believe that the background gives you an additional array of metaphorical weapons that you can use in your writing. Don’t you think? 😉
August 3, 2013 at 1:36 pm
When I was about to finish high school I had the problem of deciding between studying literature or physics. At that time I was attending a one-year diploma in creative writing together with some journalists, amateur writers, less-amateur ones, etc. It was in that course that I realised that a writer does not need to study to become one. Studies help but having something to write about is much more important. At the end I studied one semester with the curriculum of a major in Communication Sciences and I kept thinking that I was losing out on something more interesting, I kept longing to learn more physics. I also understood that, by myself, I was perfectly able to study literature and creative writing but I was not smart enough to learn math without a mentor. I switched majors and studied Physics. I did so until finishing my PhD. The more I studied physics, the more I thought that it was really connected to literature and philosophy. When you start discussing possibilities in quantum mechanics, or start researching something completely new, you are in a discovering process, trying to unearth a story, questioning your own answers, proving yourself wrong and eventually finding a “result” and writing about it.
Writing is about transforming a life experience into the seed of a poem (story), letting it question or illuminate something in you (the writer) and your readers. That life experience can be physical or abstract or a combo. Physics is an attempt to understand the world around us, to decipher life, time and space.
August 4, 2013 at 2:02 am
That’s an excellent story, and very similar to my own line of thinking. In the end, I also received my Ph.D. in physics, but continued to hone my writing under my own tutelage. I feel that my scientific and engineering background has enriched my approach to writing, and that I wouldn’t write the same way without it. The key, though, is to start with the emotional in the first draft – then use the analytical process in the editing – and end again with the emotional.
August 3, 2013 at 6:13 am
Enchanting.
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