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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**Psychedelic anticipation

Intermittent blue-brightness
  Unsteady sparkles
*  *  *  Fluorescent flashes   *  *

Insomniac Amelia pretends to sleep

Blaring lines propagate inside closed eyelids
Dizzying roller-coaster glow-rides

Amelia deep-dives in psychedelic night

Gleaming clock-light marks minutes
      with brassband effusion

Confusion      *     Distortion
   Moody hallucinations

Exhausted, Amelia decides to STOP
*    *  Electric spirals fight her desires
Amelia imposes a waltz dance
  *     A rainbow-on-acid offers a ride

Amelia thinks of dawn

Monettian smoothness

Satie-an soft-piano      fades  away

Amelia sleeps…


_____Adriana Citlali
XXXI-I-MMXVII

dVerse Poets Pub –today’s word is dawn.


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Autumn stupor

Drowsed by golden leaves,
Amelia  rests  at  her  balcony.

Her thoughts blink purple and red,
under a Monetian sunset.

Amelia wonders about the passion contained in clouds.
A secret desire? A lover’s touch?

Scarlet elixir indulges her lips.
Eyelids closed. He whispers. She observes.


_____Adriana Citlali
XI-X-MMXVI

Quadrille #18 | dVerse


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The jar of a heartbeat

        conundrum

Amelia feels the jar of a heartbeat
wrapped around unspoken words

        hesitation

The phone is ringing
A turmoil of fears clutter her thoughts

        exposure

Amelia answers
Words are spoken

        entropy

Amelia releases a secret
Possibilities scatter around

        peace

Amelia feels the enchantment of freedom


_____Adriana Citlali
XIII-VIII-MMXVI
XV-VIII-MMXVI

Time for a Quadrille at dVerse: a 44-word poem that has to include today’s word jar.

Source: Quadrille #13 | dVerse



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Perplexity all over

Amelia runs through the labyrinth inside the secret room 1101 behind her eyelids, where memories are allowed, desires are contained, possibilities forbidden.
Perplexity all over.

The threat:
            Three bewildered cats danced around Amelia

The range:
            Close encounter within a confined space

The place:
            Not here, not there –not anymore

The match:
            Forbidden realm

The cost:
            Repression


_____Adriana Citlali
XXVI-II-MMXVI
IX-V-MMXVI

“But the beauty is in the walking — we are betrayed by destinations.”
― Gwyn Thomas

It is Haibun Monday #13 at dVerse, and the theme is walking.
Strictly speaking, this is not a haibun. It’s structure has been inspired by that of haibuns.