When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


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Shades of silence

A  song  cycles  incessantly  through  this  penumbra
   The midnight glow left that day
                                     scared    by  a  stranger

Unfitting ending of  a  startling night
Prelude of a labyrinthic chat

I left you that dawn
There was    perplexity in your eyes
                      disturbance in mine

It wasn’t confusion that crushed clouds into thunderstorm
It wasn’t my body    disheartened by your words
Nor    the discussion you wrongly forgot

Unfitting closure of  a  labyrinthic yarn
Prelude of a divergent path

The shades of silence are to blame
   All  colours    we left out
   A  touch    that was not felt

    
      

_____Adriana Citlali
IX-VIII-MMXVII

Written for Seeking Some Shade Today? | dVerse


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Youth and forgiveness

A car drive — a long time ago. That feeling of death around me, of tears that do not want to leave my eyes, of emptiness. Numbness, youth, and a highway. A relationship died and I went for a ride. A relationship died because I called it off. I returned the ring, destroyed the dream. The stereo played the CDs that we adored. “Don’t you cry” came next. A tear slid down my cheek, followed by tears showcasing the sadness of hurting him, while hurting me. Don’t cry! — I insisted as if my voice would stop my emotions, my despair.     A young love ended and marked our separate destinies. I moved far away — a thousand kilometres north. We did not talk for three years, until that night. The night we both cried. Our paths had changed… He bought a red rose for me. We hugged while our tears blended into a single sorrow. We forgave each other, we forgave ourselves. We kissed good-bye and parted ways. I wish him well, he did the same. That is when I knew it was really over.     I smile when I remember the magic of our love and youth. I can almost cry when I remember that part at the end. The passion and the despair. The tenderness, the promise, the impulsiveness, the confusion, the separation, the broken fairy tale. An innocent love that now lives forever, immaculate, as in a dreamlike world in our memories. We do not talk anymore. There is no need — the innocence of the memory remains pristine. We did well. Perhaps the tears taught us something. Perhaps it was our destiny to be happy in each others absence.

Eternal innocence — late
spring memory of a tear
Forgiveness and two paths


_____Adriana Citlali
II-V-MMXVII

Haibun Monday: Tramps like us were born to survive… | dVerse

Today at dVerse, we are writing classic haibuns about singing along with music while driving. I haven’t been driving for a while, so I played some music (old favourites) and looked into my memory box. I found that first love story, that first closure. A past that makes me smile, a past that makes my heart remember bliss and ache as if they could blend into a single feeling.



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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.)



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Shaken

Name your poison   –he said
      I thought of you

A rum carnation with crimson zest
      I blent a smile

Shaken words stirred the silence
      You glimpsed at me


_____Adriana Citlali
XI-X-MMXVI

dVerse | Poets Pub –dVerse Poetics: Muse Mixology


Today’s challenge is to incorporate pub and drinking terms into a poem, without a bar/drinking scene, and within 33 words max.