When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…



What does time mean
                        between   a night   and   a cloud?

Where does space go in the middle of a kiss?
Where is absence when passion ends?

I walk in foggy autumn                   
         cannot                     remember the place
                            I can’t                
                           Though, there’s that perfume
                          scented by golden leaves about to 
           like bright yellow rain-sparkles in the dark

I walk on scented fog through autumn and absence 

a golden kiss and a cloud 

_____Adriana Citlali

Open Link Night | dVerse.


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.


It’s our anniversary

Photo by Phyllis Galembo.

It’s our anniversary

I’m all dressed up   
in black and white.  

I’m all dressed up,   
longing to hold you …  
though I know you are far.  

I covered my face.  
Life won’t see soft tears  
sliding down my skin.  
Not today.  

I sit at the table
that witnessed our rituals,
that saves
our special place.

I’m all dressed up.
It is April 17th.
One glass will not be used.

I stare at the emptiness
of the space you left behind.
It is our anniversary!

My face is masked
in black and white.

_____Adriana Citlali


Today at dVerse, we are writing poetry inspired by the fine art portraits by photographer Phyllis Galembo.

portrait photographer, Phyllis Galembo.

via Poetics – The Photography of Phyllis Galembo | 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.


Butterflies are dreamy flowers

   They fly the skies,
     color the wind
 and follow the stars,
    just like a dream.

  They’d like you to join
 and play with the clouds.
  They’d like you to enjoy
and smile. There’s no doubt!

_____Adriana Citlali


Over at dVerse, Victoria encourages us to write poetry for children. My muse today was on a completely different spirit, though, as you can read in “A passing shadow“. So I must confess that writing a poem for children has been a real and fun challenge. I tried my best…