Amelia called her cat; got no answer –an answer.
Amelia twisted her dream; got nowhere –somewhere.
Amelia followed a hope; got no reality –so real!
Amelia rests and starts –again?
_____Adriana Citlali
VIII-VI-MMXV
IX-VI-MMXV
Prime verses
Structure:
9-7-9-5 words per verse
I heard something
–maybe your name
your voice
or smile
Fast beats
Thin air
Flushed skin
I curl my hair with my fingers
doubt my disguise
Do not face the door!
Control your anxiety
Stop expecting him …
The more you clutter my thoughts
the less I can pretend
I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear
Sudden laughs
Quick eyes
Restless hands
I look down sit up straight smile
Impatient hands flip my hair:
left right left left right
Sharp footsteps
Fuzzy eyesight
Confused reality
It’s not you!
I touch my forehead
… let my hair down
_____Adriana Citlali
XXVIII-I-MMXV
You are all fired up
sending flames of distress instead of cozy warmness
I question you
Why not colour this night with dancing sparkles?
Why not share your radiant warmness?
Why not show a smoky smile?
You answer in ardent movements
consuming news in abrasive outbursts
flaming this world’s blood reality
No more reminders of hunger
No more reading material
No more war photos
No empty tears
No deception
Your highly exothermic reaction
stops me from approaching you
Your explosion shakes me
Ignited red paper articles transmute into grey ash
Maybe you are right
We should all flame those words
SHOUT at passive acceptance
Question the deaths
the distress
the power
humanity
_____Adriana Citlali
XIX-XI-MMXIV
NOTE: Tomorrow, 20th November 2014, we officially celebrate the 104th anniversary of the Mexican Revolution. Today it is difficult to argue that the country is in a position to have any celebration. I do not advocate violence, and do not propose to use it either. However, I do advocate a reaction, to not accept this reality, to fight for human rights, for security, for a stop of violence, a human humanity, peace.
I cannot say that I have been active enough… A poem can be a start.
Today’s fired-up poem got surprisingly inspired by a random choice of an adjective and a noun (pervasive fireplace) after Marina Sofia’s prompt at Poetics: Make the Abstract Concrete… | dVerse.
He felt lost , lonely, tired
Life was not what he dreamed of
Past told a broken story
Dreams were wrong
Present hurtful
A man stops believing in the gods that failed him
A man forgets the gods who forgot him
NO MORE RITUALS!
(… without been remembered, the old gods die …)
A man walks the godless streets of failed illusions
A man falls, drinks, forgets, and sometimes cries
One day, a man stops … A new belief comes to mind
He chose the name
he wrote the password
uploaded a portrait, a past, a post
An alter ego reflecting a self
creating himself
inventing a shell
–out of words, hopes, vanity
Online he is always happy
but happiness is depressive when no one likes a post
Online there is no time to feel lonely
but he trembles alone when he is offline
Offline he hits reality
a reality that his new god cannot alter
An alter ego invents a man
An offline man invents an online man
(… gods create the humans who created the gods …)
_____Adriana Citlali
I-X-MMXIV
Today at the poets pub we are writing about modern mythologies | dVerse.
Amelia felt confused for just a few seconds. The confusion led to fear, fear to sadness.
She was sad about the possibility of a past event. An event that might had happened without her knowing until now. But if it did happen … decisions should have been different. Maybe the pain would have been reduced. Is it possible that she made such a big mistake as a consequence of ignorance? The hint was the purple feather that was left at her front door by … By who? –she wondered.
Ghost at the door
Anxiety
Forgotten feelings
A purple feather flies away
Did it happen?
_____Adriana Citlali
II-VI-MMXIV
For this month’s Open Link Night, I decided to try my own version of the haibun, combining prose with a short free verse poem.
When space is silence... 