When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


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Amelia’s entourage

      What are stars really?

         Nothing

    but collapsed massive dust-clouds
      under their own gravity


Three black candles
Five dead roses to conceal a secret
Seven songs, a drum beat and a long silence

Amelia’s eyes follow
  the swirl of smoke provoked by the lit candles

Eleven scenarios
Thirteen memories repeated ad libitum
A hundred and one hours to ponder a fixation

Amelia’s left hand feels
  the touch of nostalgia conjured by the silence

Seventy one chants of an imaginary ritual
thirty-seven untold promises
two tears and a smile



      What is this really?

         Nothing

    but collapsed obsessive thoughts
      under their own passion


_____Adriana Citlali
XXV-IV-MMXVII

Today’s theme at dVerse is community. The prompt got me writing about a semi-ethereal one.


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In the still…

Raised    as a fire-ignited vision
I reach the still of tonight
             far  up there
right above oblivion
I see you   kissing my lips

Freed from hefty gravity
 I look down    at our confusion
             far  up there
right besides stillness
I see us   turning around


_____Adriana Citlali
XXIV-IV-MMXVII

Quadrille #31 –today’s word: still | dVerse.
(A quadrille is a 44-word poem.)