conundrum
Amelia feels the jar of a heartbeat
wrapped around unspoken words
hesitation
The phone is ringing
A turmoil of fears clutter her thoughts
exposure
Amelia answers
Words are spoken
entropy
Amelia releases a secret
Possibilities scatter around
peace
Amelia feels the enchantment of freedom
_____Adriana Citlali
XIII-VIII-MMXVI
XV-VIII-MMXVI
Time for a Quadrille at dVerse: a 44-word poem that has to include today’s word jar.
Source: Quadrille #13 | dVerse
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:
Repression
_____Adriana Citlali
XXVI-II-MMXVI
IX-V-MMXVI
“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.
You!
Sharp blue you!
Will you trick me? Won’t you enchant me?
Your lips have the magnetism
of a flower high on Stravinsky notes.
I look at them. Ignore the words.
What’s that curiosity you evoke?
I have no intentions, yet I smile.
There is distance, yet you stare.
I wonder if you are curious, if you hope;
if it’s me in your dreams, if you in mine.
Is that a frog? Is it a spell?
Show me what you hide behind your eyes.
Tell me the incantation, the trap, the escape.
_____Adriana Citlali
III-XII-MMXV
XIV-XII-MMXV
What’s the catch? –you asked
Tell me your secrets
Twenty nine thoughts blinked ’round my head
I laugh at myself when can’t stop crying
Sometimes I cry while laughing
There are dreams in my reality
A page in my old diary has not a single truth
No one knows all my secrets
–not even I
Monotony is usually an unwelcome imposition
I threw a book to the garbage in 1997
–could not finish reading it
My alarm is set to a prime number
I have a yellow blouse
–worn it once in 2007
Four black candles live undercover with me
–since college
Black is my colour but it is not
I prefer strangers over stalkers
I hid the other day
–under a peruvian cover
I lost a silver earring last month
–while skiing
–felt like crying
A new moon reminds me of my grandmother
When I wish upon a star
–I pretend I did not
There is reality in my odd dreams
I have migraine twice a month
I hid two secrets in a poem
& a confession in a song
You will never know that
Tell me your secrets
Voiceless I shared
a smile with a secret
disguised an answer under a question mark
You did the talking
_____Adriana Citlali
XI-III-MMXV
© Adriana Citlali Ramírez 2008
Your photographer’s name is mentioned
in an article signed with its author’s name
Your photo is there
the camera’s brand
the lens
aperture
light conditions
all is clearly detailed
You remain nameless
unmentioned
anonymous
& yet so intriguing
Who are you?
Why do you cover your mouth?
What do you hide?
Your eyes have a secret
obvious & vague
I decide to forget you
I do somehow
weeks
maybe months
Until I see you again
in that empty land
walking without hesitation
with a sparkle in your eyes
You are not scared
maybe concerned or simply happy
Your hands still cover your mouth
Is there a smile behind?
A word that won’t be expressed?
Are you whispering a wish?
Is there something in your hands?
You intrigue me
make me wonder
I have to draw you
solve the mystery
by deconstructing a moment frozen in a photo
extract its contrasts
place strokes simple lines
of carbon on paper
black and white
I frame the drawing
place it somewhere in my living room
forget about you
Until I see you again
Who are you?
You remain nameless
Are you whispering a wish?
Your eyes have a secret
You intrigue me
I wonder why …
_____Adriana Citlali
XXVIII-II-MMXV
I-III-MMXV
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