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
It is OpenLinkNight at dVerse Poets Pub!
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
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?
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
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.
When space is silence...