When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


Amelia’s entourage

      What are stars really?


    but collapsed massive dust-clouds
      under their own gravity

Three black candles
Five dead roses to conceal a secret
Seven songs, a drum beat and a long silence

Amelia’s eyes follow
  the swirl of smoke provoked by the lit candles

Eleven scenarios
Thirteen memories repeated ad libitum
A hundred and one hours to ponder a fixation

Amelia’s left hand feels
  the touch of nostalgia conjured by the silence

Seventy one chants of an imaginary ritual
thirty-seven untold promises
two tears and a smile

      What is this really?


    but collapsed obsessive thoughts
      under their own passion

_____Adriana Citlali

Today’s theme at dVerse is community. The prompt got me writing about a semi-ethereal one.



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.


The hollow at the night’s end

All chiseled good looks      
you fix your hair      
with a half smile       I stare

You are that foreign     
confident puzzle     
you chose to be     

        I let you be   
        I let you stain my dream   
        with superior charm and wit   

        I will forget you anyway
        after the dumb alarm
        cries its feckless call

        Not yet               Not!

I’m sober with a wine high
I smile a winner look
The luminous day turns dark

You approach me
I reach for your hand

I’m in the hollow of your arms

We fall into lucid passion
You close my eyes

Now we dance a spiral waltz

I touch your hair
You seduce my lips

We neglect the vulnerable nature
of our eternity

… spin in limitless rapture

You touch my hips
I kiss your neck

A whirl in absolute ecstasy

        The feckless call
        Sun invading my bed

        The silent hollow of this morning!

        I shut my eyes      eager
        to erase the path of no return

        The silent hollow in my room!

                        I refuse

        will not forget!

_____Adriana Citlali

Sunday Whirl (Wordle #213)


After sunset menu




Quick glance fondue A dash of passion fruit Focused glimpses with a though

First Course

Burgundy wine infused eye contact Doubts bisquet with blush and croutons Casual approach with uncertain excitement


Crispy smiles with mixed spices Slow danced questions sprinkled with answers Sauteed moonlight over witty comments and a laugh


Shy kiss treat Chocolate covered ocean sounds Electricity rich hug and playful hand touch


Happy times tequila shot or Mad Hatter's tea party for two

_____Adriana Citlali

Poetics: You are my caviar | dVerse.


The end of this summer

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

   ordinary solitude
   sporadic apathy

Amelia turns right on Spring St.

   unexpected connection
   exceptional passion
   anticipated deadline

Amelia crosses Stability St.

   unknown territory

Stop sign!


Amelia walks on Reality St.

_____Adriana Citlali