When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


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How to fall in love

Start slow        beat   by   beat
                                    What’s the sound?
Listen carefully
roll along a pulse

Beat

If space shrinks:
                  Lock those eyes
                  hit a smile
Are you dancing?

Evoke mahogany bass      flow     loop      resonate
                                                                Edge the tone
                                         high   and   low
                                         wild while soft
                                                sweet
                                                  hot
 

_____Adriana Citlali
XVIII-VI-MMXX

 
Posted over at d’Verse Poets Pub: Quadrille 106
 


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Solitude on ice

A relationship ends without even starting. What does it mean? Why does it make me sad?

A built wall surrounds my heart. It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t ache. A suitable protection in this empty hour. Why build a wall knowing it’ll fail?

Start anew. A stranger moves closer, yet feels further. Like a shower under a solitude-infused dry rain. Where’s the water?

Dry-ice dissolves into fog

–a winter wall fades away

under a whispered spell.

_____Adriana Citlali
IV-II-MMXIX



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Amelia in the dark

      What do you do when life comes crashing
                                      into you
like a sound-machine                 that can’t emit silence?

What do I do when January darkness hits me in mid-November? –Amelia questions the lightless air surrounding her. The lightless bricks that keep arranging themselves in front of her eyes. Those perfectly placed fractals that make her feel that life is upside down. Amelia is transported by a speedless rollercoaster into an augmented reality that keeps projecting dark into her irides   .  .  .    Amelia shakes her head —This, too, shall pass.

The clouds up there    dissolve    into fluttering dust.
With one eye open                       Amelia spins back to silence.

_____Adriana Citlali
IX-XI-MMXVII



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Shades of silence

A  song  cycles  incessantly  through  this  penumbra
   The midnight glow left that day
                                     scared    by  a  stranger

Unfitting ending of  a  startling night
Prelude of a labyrinthic chat

I left you that dawn
There was    perplexity in your eyes
                      disturbance in mine

It wasn’t confusion that crushed clouds into thunderstorm
It wasn’t my body    disheartened by your words
Nor    the discussion you wrongly forgot

Unfitting closure of  a  labyrinthic yarn
Prelude of a divergent path

The shades of silence are to blame
   All  colours    we left out
   A  touch    that was not felt

    
      

_____Adriana Citlali
IX-VIII-MMXVII

Written for Seeking Some Shade Today? | dVerse



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Youth and forgiveness

A car drive — a long time ago. That feeling of death around me, of tears that do not want to leave my eyes, of emptiness. Numbness, youth, and a highway. A relationship died and I went for a ride. A relationship died because I called it off. I returned the ring, destroyed the dream. The stereo played the CDs that we adored. “Don’t you cry” came next. A tear slid down my cheek, followed by tears showcasing the sadness of hurting him, while hurting me. Don’t cry! — I insisted as if my voice would stop my emotions, my despair.     A young love ended and marked our separate destinies. I moved far away — a thousand kilometres north. We did not talk for three years, until that night. The night we both cried. Our paths had changed… He bought a red rose for me. We hugged while our tears blended into a single sorrow. We forgave each other, we forgave ourselves. We kissed good-bye and parted ways. I wished him well, he did the same. That is when I knew it was really over.     I smile when I remember the magic of our love and youth. I can almost cry when I remember that part at the end. The passion and the despair. The tenderness, the promise, the impulsiveness, the confusion, the separation, the broken fairy tale. An innocent love that now lives forever, immaculate, as in a dreamlike world in our memories. We do not talk anymore. There is no need — the innocence of the memory remains pristine. We did well. Perhaps the tears taught us something. Perhaps it was our destiny to be happy in each others absence.

Eternal innocence — late
spring memory of a tear
Forgiveness and two paths


_____Adriana Citlali
II-V-MMXVII

Haibun Monday: Tramps like us were born to survive… | dVerse

Today at dVerse, we are writing classic haibuns about singing along with music while driving. I haven’t been driving for a while, so I played some music (old favourites) and looked into my memory box. I found that first love story, that first closure. A past that makes me smile, a past that makes my heart remember bliss and ache as if they could blend into a single feeling.