When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


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Poetry blindness

I come to a state of poetry blindness but I chose to write. I write about the challenge of crafting a haibun out of a true birthday story, or a big-looking moon, or both. I struggle and start strolling down a spiral that repeats itself, but not exactly. I write about it. I strive to write about my recent birthday flying west through an extended night, and the closest moon to the Earth since 1948. I wonder if the blindness is real or if it is a consequence of the struggle that keeps curving my path. I chose to write. Super Moon. Birthday. Both. Challenge. Choice. Moon. Day.

Dark November hours — thoughts
trapped in curves without closure
until brightness fills the sky


_____Adriana Citlali
XI-X-MMXVI

Haibun Monday | dVerse

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Real women don’t cry

I feel incomplete    
There is an empty space inside my skin    
a void containing all pain    
    intangible
without any light or colour
I want to cry

Be strong  –an echo with mom’s voice
Tears only bring troubles
You shed them too often

I try           I improvise a sarcastic smile
               mocking my own weakness
No more tears!  –I write

Hours pass by        maybe days
a week with disguised sadness
Innocent unshed tears wonder in the dark

I try           I hold my head high
               keep my back straight
Remove those thoughts!  –I require

I breath the next moments
 one     by       one
The air feels still

An ephemeral impulse makes me forget    
commands
instructions
all  echos

I lay down  and  cry …

_____Adriana Citlali
X-IX-MMXIV

Written for today’s prompt at Poetics – Bringing Light to Darkness | dVerse.



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Where?

 
I want to be in the city someone forgot to build    
right in the middle of dreams    
where there is nothing to hide    
 
A city fueled by a passionate sun   
who writes temporal poems on afternoon clouds    

A city at night covered by black-winged butterflies
whose flutter sparkles abstract motifs on an ever-changing sky

I want to be where tears and pain are shown
as much as laughter and joy
Where contrast is welcome
paradigms are broken
truths challenged

Snow & Fire

Storm

        Desire

I want to be there …


_____Adriana Citlali
XIX-VI-MMXIV

Written for dVerse | Poetics : Around the world and Meeting the Bar ~ Repetition, Repetition, Repetition