When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


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A memory and a woman

  A memory of despair   
when privacy was threatened   

broken boundaries and a claim   
        –innocent invasion   

    liquid actions   
intrusion on personal space   

      obsession   
advances that won’t stop

a  strong  woman
losing  control

a nervous girl
helpless

a victim
scared


_____Adriana Citlali
XXIX-VI-MMXIV

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Where?

 
I want to be in the city someone forgot to build    
right in the middle of dreams    
where there is nothing to hide    
 
A city fueled by a passionate sun   
who writes temporal poems on afternoon clouds    

A city at night covered by black-winged butterflies
whose flutter sparkles abstract motifs on an ever-changing sky

I want to be where tears and pain are shown
as much as laughter and joy
Where contrast is welcome
paradigms are broken
truths challenged

Snow & Fire

Storm

        Desire

I want to be there …


_____Adriana Citlali
XIX-VI-MMXIV

Written for dVerse | Poetics : Around the world and Meeting the Bar ~ Repetition, Repetition, Repetition


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Not enough confusion

Stillness and silence were all I could hope for   …

Ancient words kept flying around.
Right behind my forehead, chaotic phonemes forcibly formed foreign words.
Hubo palabras huecas en idiomas conocidos.
Dissonant sounds were known incongruent words in disguise.
In between my ears, there was a constant resonance:
        a noisy   CRY   for silence.
Under my lips: accents and exclamation marks.

Silence failed me!

Words lacked meaning.

…   there was not enough confusion in any language that could explain mine.

_____Adriana Citlali
VI-VI-MMXIV

Today Brian asked us a question at dVerse: Does language fail?


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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 the game

let him lead
each step
every turn
till the end

 
when
 
           silence
 
starts

exchange no names
               no leads
no consequences

_____Adriana Citlali
III-VI-MMXIV


 


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Just a few seconds

Amelia felt confused for just a few seconds. The confusion led to fear, fear to sadness.
She was sad about the possibility of a past event. An event that might had happened without her knowing until now. But if it did happen … decisions should have been different. Maybe the pain would have been reduced. Is it possible that she made such a big mistake as a consequence of ignorance? The hint was the purple feather that was left at her front door by … By who? –she wondered.

Ghost at the door
Anxiety
             Forgotten feelings
A purple feather flies away

Did it happen?

_____Adriana Citlali
II-VI-MMXIV

For this month’s Open Link Night, I decided to try my own version of the haibun, combining prose with a short free verse poem.