When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


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The memory at the end of the wind

There is an ocean at the precipice of your desired amnesia   
   Ready?   

Take the step
                    JUMP!     Surprise the water
Forget it all
             Can you?

Can those waves clean selected echoes inside your head?
Will they remove the memory brought by the wind?
       The one that hit you like a hurricane
          woke you up from false numbness
       The one that provoked you to move again
                         to see the morning sky
                         to feel the breeze on your face

Granted, it brought you to tears

It has that effect on me
but I cherish it nevertheless
Isn’t it reflecting the good times as well?

Do you really want to stop?

Then jump
                    JUMP!  JUMP!     Surprise the water
Forget the wind
                              your past
& us


_____Adriana Citlali
XIX-I-MMXV

Written after Kerry’s prompt at Imaginary garden with real toads.


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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.