When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


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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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For just one night

I loved you for just one more night
You came in that dream after our journey
     –the long one    walking apart

Off-guard
Edginess in our exchange
Expectation      maybe fog

Night-wine    seven candles    two glasses
Utopian hours    dismissed distance
unrestrained ecstasy

Though it ends      again


_____Adriana Citlali
XX-VII-MMXVI

Source: A quadrille (44 words) to celebrate dVerse’s 5th anniversary!



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A kiss in the dark

We meet again                    –chance
     Two flights     one destination
     One week     two agendas
     Dinner at seven     tomorrow

Attraction                             –cloaked
     A kiss in the dark
     Words that disappear at the touch of our hands
     Caution consigned to oblivion

Daylight detachment          –confusion
     Complicity in a subtle smile
     Desire dispersed in pragmatism
     A just-friends agreement

Concert at the palace         –chaos
     Conscious dismissal of boundaries
     Distance dissolved in rapture
     A storm

We embraced each other    –silent farewell
     Two flights     two destinations
     Freedom     no path
     A choice


_____Adriana Citlali
XXIV-VI-MMXVI

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Inside

Memory cave Tangolunda Bay, Huatulco, Oaxaca, México ©Adriana Citlali Ramírez, 2014

Memory cave
Tangolunda Bay, Huatulco, Oaxaca, México
©Adriana Citlali Ramírez, 2014


The entrance to the past is here. What’s inside? The snake that once enchanted you? Will it bite you this time? I wonder if its venom will evoke colours and visions, or just pain. Maybe the past will show itself as it was meant to be. Memories trapped in oblivion might be relieved. Were they good?
Is past worth traveling for?      –Close  your  eyes…

The memory cave
lies on a sandy beach
… awaits pristine

 

_____Adriana Citlali
I-III-MMXVI

For Haibun Monday #8 | dVerse.


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Silver with a dash of blue

I saw a silverbird the other day. We greeted each other as curious strangers –with a subtle eye recognition,         at   the  distance.
Silverbirds are known to be reserved.

One moonless night, he came to my window and sang a spellbinding song —Just for me!
I waited impatiently each sunset for darkness; darkness dazzled by that ephemeral song.
Then came the midnight sun.

Unbreakable until then, I did not understand the spiral I was falling into. I longed for crystalline enchantment, longed for the song.
In dizzying sunlight, my steps trembled.

I fell and broke.


_____Adriana Citlali
XVII-II-MMXVI

For dVerse | Poets Pub’s challenge to write a poem using the first person –-an apparent first person (maybe).