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.
I like this. The counting of each thing is soothing, and brings a pleasing cadence to your language that is just lovely.
I like the comparison of dust-clouds and obsessive thoughts. Gravity and passion are also nicely compared.
I like the numbering of things and chants, like obsessive thoughts ~ A unique take here, smiles ~
This is fabulous. It has a ritual feel weaving it’s way through (possibly Catholic) brings to mind invisible choirs and angels for me. Fantastic response to the prompt. Thank You.
This is excellent… love the first lines on stars, and the scientific approach with numbers… but maybe still it’s nothing.
It might be … 🙂
I love the ritual of this. Your words describe obsessive thoughts perfectly, the obsession of nothing…
Anna :o]
The analogy between cosmic (gravity) and emotional forces (passion) leading to collapse and nothingness, with ethereal community dramas playing themselves out in between are intriguing, to say the least. There’s an eerie reminder of that scientific notion of ontogeny recapitulating phylogeny — except on a much grander scale. Thank you for sharing!
I guess that my scientific background manages to infiltrate itself in my artistic endeavors. Thanks for your sharing your thoughts. 🙂
I like very much the introduction of numbers, as if extemporaneously.
Intriguing poem…I may have gotten a different message from everyone else, but it moved me just the same by the science.