When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


Amelia’s entourage

      What are stars really?


    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?


    but collapsed obsessive thoughts
      under their own passion

_____Adriana Citlali

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


A memory and a woman

  A memory of despair   
when privacy was threatened   

broken boundaries and a claim   
        –innocent invasion   

    liquid actions   
intrusion on personal space   

advances that won’t stop

a  strong  woman
losing  control

a nervous girl

a victim

_____Adriana Citlali

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