When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


18 Comments

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.)



16 Comments

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.


20 Comments

Passion under icy rain

Write your emotions!    –I hear.
All I can think of is pizza and ice,
or a kiss  and a hand-shake,
vinegar and wine.

That doesn’t make any sense!

Why can’t I express myself coherently today?
All I imagine is passion under icy rain;
random sequences of vivid/lifeless vibes.
Neon lights blinking incessantly.

I open the glass door.
All I feel is the northern wind mixed
with warm air escaping confinement.
There is turbulence in the contrast.

I enter the balcony.
All I sense is a cold,  misty utopia,
spiraling ’round me, like a lasting hug.
I am tired    –will not fight.

Today,
               I accept,
my emotions are bewildered.


_____Adriana Citlali
XXV-XI-MMXV

Poetry as a vehicle to transport emotions @ dVerse Poets Pub.


13 Comments

The end of this summer

Amelia strolls the streets of a foggy forest  
full of memories to collect –or not …

   ordinary solitude
   sporadic apathy
   sun

Amelia turns right on Spring St.

   unexpected connection
   exceptional passion
   anticipated deadline
   risk
   rush

Amelia crosses Stability St.

   unknown territory
   distance
   fear

Stop sign!

   confusion
   desire

Amelia walks on Reality St.

_____Adriana Citlali
XXX-VIII-MMXIV


11 Comments

Not enough confusion

Stillness and silence were all I could hope for   …

Ancient words kept flying around.
Right behind my forehead, chaotic phonemes forcibly formed foreign words.
Hubo palabras huecas en idiomas conocidos.
Dissonant sounds were known incongruent words in disguise.
In between my ears, there was a constant resonance:
        a noisy   CRY   for silence.
Under my lips: accents and exclamation marks.

Silence failed me!

Words lacked meaning.

…   there was not enough confusion in any language that could explain mine.

_____Adriana Citlali
VI-VI-MMXIV

Today Brian asked us a question at dVerse: Does language fail?