When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


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Forgetness

Have you ever forgotten the sky?

Yesterday I strolled, lost in dreams of color in anticipation of my first solo art show in Norway. I wondered about the contrast with the very autumnal day (a bit cold, a bit dry, too dark too early, too empty, too quiet). One more lightless afternoon in a repetitive pandemic mood. Who would attend an exhibition in this sombreness?

As I reached the middle of the bridge depicted in the picture, I stopped. It was not a conscious awareness that made me turn. In fact, I turned my head, glanced quickly, kept walking… I had to turn back again to understand that it was the sky calling for my attention. It was a striking sky reminding me of life itself.

How long? –I wondered — For how long had I forgotten you, my sky?

Autumnal oblivion
stopped abruptly, twisted
into stunning cloudy skies.

_____Adriana Citlali
XXIV-XI-MMXX

“Forgotten sky”, ©2020 Adriana Citlali Ramirez


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The poetry of the untold

        Almost forgotten  
Waves hitting the corner of your eye   
Words refusing to leave your muted lips   
A touch you take for granted   

Every day   
  Each morning   
     Thru the whole night   

      Ephemeral  
Sounds silenced by the background noise
by that noise –reminder of the relevant
   the atonal background that makes our life monotonous
   that makes us forget the music
   in the details   –vital subtleties deemed soundless

What is your silence?
What fills your day without recognition?
Is it    her    memory or your loneliness?
…   the warmness of the blanket?
…    the kindness in that dream?
Or just forced stillness in your thoughts?

    Obstructed  
Moments we decide to ignore
Experiences pushed deep into oblivion
Numbness inflicted to believe in the ordinary
Known conformity of the self who hides from oddity
Obstruction of the everyday outliers

Today
        I’ll dream ethereal realities that can’t be forgotten
Tomorrow
      I’ll take the risk, paint the canvas, unplug my ears

   But first
I’ll tell the memory, mute the silence, dance the walk, feel the touch!


_____Adriana Citlali
VIII-X-MMXIV

 

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