When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


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Amelia’s entourage

      What are stars really?

         Nothing

    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?

         Nothing

    but collapsed obsessive thoughts
      under their own passion


_____Adriana Citlali
XXV-IV-MMXVII

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

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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

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