When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


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Cherry jam

Amelia feels desperate    
   She  is   upset    
      demotivated    
        maybe  sad    
       out  of  focus    

a bit here    
        a   bit         there

Amelia is   angry   with the world
because the sky is cloudy
     without shedding any snow
the trees are leafless
     thin and mostly quiet
     (smart birds emigrated already)

Amelia wants to shout
 punch  a pillow     with ever-changing faces
                          *** of  you ***
                         the nameless you
                       the one too slow at the checkout counter
                       the one who can’t stop texting
                       the one who hurts
                  the ones bleeding those countries
                  the spammers
                     bad jokers
                     sore losers
                     ungraceful winners
          the dreamers and the romantics
             pragmatics   &   escapists

Amelia talked to the mirror: It is so dark outside!
                                          so many tasks to finish
                                          so many loose ends
                                    so …

Amelia felt hungry
humble
maybe arrogant
                  Nothing more than a bad day

Amelia ate a piece of bread
with butter and cherry jam
                  Tasty    –she thought
                  The northern lights are behind these clouds
                  ready to light up the sky and my days
               somehow


_____Adriana Citlali
XVIII-XII-MMXIV


Today @dVersePoets Pub we have Poetics of Bread.

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Road rhythm

 
Amelia travels the road    again   
The air smells of music with a taste of sun     
 

Golden road rhythm and fresh sky for breakfast    
 

Amelia drives north seeking a mirror  
where to finally look at the naked reflection  
of her true eyes
    her many highlights
                shadows  
 

Midday bright drums and a dash of coffee for lunch  
 

Amelia controls the speed  
Eager to arrive does not want to rush  
 

Spring blossoms and harmony afternoon tea  
 

Flat tire  
  Unexpected   rain  
Dinner with moonlit village  
A dance to the fire of a pleasant rest  

Amelia is heading north


_____Adriana Citlali
XXIII-IV-MMXIV


 

Inspired by the prompt at POETICS: Rhythm of the road | dVerse.


 


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Amelia is out

Somewhere in between       
thick eyelashes and the second behind her eyes       
something stops Amelia from leaving       

It is not lack of a confidence mask
not her camouflaged smile
nor the keys

It is that mirror that keeps staring at her
showing the sadness she shares life with
frustration of waking up with just a memory
guilt of ending it all      (if only)

Only the mirror knows
the naked reflection and the crimson lipstick
Outside she wears dressy hair and savvy shades

Not today, Amelia thought
     Today I want to cry frozen tears
    remove the night shades
   show those feelings
  my pale lips
 the scars

The reflection drags her back
pulls her spirit
fades her chance …


_____Adriana Citlali
I-III-MMXIV


 

Today I am exploring Amelia as a character after the prompt at MeetingTheBar: Character Matters | dVerse.


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Down with a cold

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

Usual symptoms:
  headache
  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:
  heartache
  congested mind
  sore memories
  watery eyes
  unknown fear

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


_____Adriana Citlali
XXVI-II-MMXIV


 

OpenLinkNight ~ February 2014 | dVerse.


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Your mirror

She thought she was your mirror,
reflecting the light behind your irides
          –the thoughts you don’t share.

She thought you would see
those golden afternoon rays of light
transmuting your worries into magic.

She wanted to be the mirror
that let you see through
the winter and darkness;

the one that showed your kindness,
the beauty that scares you,
the strength you ignored,

the spring and the dawn
–the warmth you thought lost.

She was the mirror
you refused to look at.


_____Adriana Citlali
XXVII-XI-MMXIII


 

Today I listened several times to the beautiful and sweet song I’ll be your mirror by The Velvet Underground & Nico. It always makes me think of true love, because the mirror is aimed at showing the second person behind their own insecurities, fears,… On the other hand, I often wonder if the reflexion sent by the mirror is true to the soul of the reflected one, or if it is what the person-mirror wants to see.