When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


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:

_____Adriana Citlali

“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.


Dimethyltryptamine: the utopian spiral

Eyelids rest to the sharp vision of my eyes    
You are there    
                         dressed in a black that turns purple    

DMT flows freely    

The firebird passes by
A cloud of fine ashes surrounds us both
you vanish     leaving a floating tear      (sad cheshire-cat’s grin)

She falls down a never-ending spiral
                              –it curves in all directions
Down and up she falls
until she finds a fifth dimension

Stravinsky slows down the music

The spiral is flat now
it expands like soft sand in a desert
   Where’s the mirror?

She faints under the roof of a majestic tent
with floating curtains and dry fruit
She is not hungry, she is not thirsty
She just wants to disappear in a long     silent dream

Blackbird wings cover her eyes

Soft music surrounds her shadow
She sheds warm tears and a handful of emptiness
Until the firebird comes back
                              burns the tent

111 moments

She opens her eyes to a roofless sky
Silver clouds melt into a mirror
She reflects few changes and the idea of a smile

You are not you anymore
You are a rare feeling of harmony
So easy to be with
so normal yet unknown

The questions are there
Soft silence in delicate smiles
Limits bounded by known baggage

Ambivalent times



_____Adriana Citlali

Anthony Desmond invites us to take a psychedelic trip today at dVerse: Poetics on DMT. I took mine with a doses of The Firebird by Stravinsky:



Conversations with a silent cat

Amelia wears blue again   
powders her nose   
and whispers to the cat  

You’re in my thoughts               often
                                       almost  constantly
I was upset with myself
          worried about you

Where were you when I was falling down?

Not that it matters anymore
I know you were hiding
                    afraid,  maybe
                    oblivious for sure
  You are just a cat  after all
                just wildly detached
                        alone by choice
                         lonely at heart

Amelia removes some space
pets her distant company
shares the silence

Your eyes look so sad
Yet you are ready to turn and leave
          without a purr
                        a meow

You’ll be back –said Amelia
You are just a cat!


_____Adriana Citlali

Today at dVerse, we are writing poetry with dialogue: Meeting The Bar – Conversation/Dialogue in poetry | dVerse.


Down with a cold

Amelia follows the cat, stumbles upon a wall, loses control,
falls down that path, finds a mirror.        

Usual symptoms:
  congested nose
  sore throat
  watery eyes
  occasional fever

Amelia texts a “hello”, looks for the cat, sits on this bench,
waits for the answer: no answer.

Possible causes:
  congested mind
  sore memories
  watery eyes
  unknown fear

Amelia reflects a reflection, looks at the path, thinks of the cat.

_____Adriana Citlali


OpenLinkNight ~ February 2014 | dVerse.