When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


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The end of this summer

Amelia strolls the streets of a foggy forest  
full of memories to collect –or not …

   ordinary solitude
   sporadic apathy
   sun

Amelia turns right on Spring St.

   unexpected connection
   exceptional passion
   anticipated deadline
   risk
   rush

Amelia crosses Stability St.

   unknown territory
   distance
   fear

Stop sign!

   confusion
   desire

Amelia walks on Reality St.

_____Adriana Citlali
XXX-VIII-MMXIV

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A fantasy sorta story: It is dangerous to walk a dream

The old man strolls the moon     
without any reason     

Sometimes he stops     
to wonder why he walks     

On occasion he forgets the pace
and finds himself running in circles

Some circles had been run often
They are now deep and quiet

He rarely strolls the imaginary dark side
     –empty brightness can be bliss

But today he drew a raven in a crater
that cannot be seen from Earth

A shadowless bird flew around and left
The old man cried alone

His heart wants to draw that memory again
A painful illusion      (ephemeral silhouette)

He shall stroll once more
             with hazy reasons

The old man cries alone

_____Adriana Citlali
VI-VIII-MMXIV

Today at dVerse, we got a set of possible characters. The goal is to write a story in a poem with some of them. The story can be a bit of a fairy tale or fantasy. Mine is something in that bit…