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Silver with a dash of blue

Posted on February 27, 2016 By adcitlali

I saw a silverbird the other day. We greeted each other as curious strangers –with a subtle eye recognition,         at   the  distance.
Silverbirds are known to be reserved.

One moonless night, he came to my window and sang a spellbinding song —Just for me!
I waited impatiently each sunset for darkness; darkness dazzled by that ephemeral song.
Then came the midnight sun.

Unbreakable until then, I did not understand the spiral I was falling into. I longed for crystalline enchantment, longed for the song.
In dizzying sunlight, my steps trembled.

I fell and broke.


_____Adriana Citlali
XVII-II-MMXVI

For dVerse | Poets Pub’s challenge to write a poem using the first person –-an apparent first person (maybe).

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Comments (15)

  1. Porfs Dario says:
    February 27, 2016 at 1:53 pm

    If blue is sadness, I relate to the dash of blue in the poem.

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  2. lillian says:
    February 27, 2016 at 1:56 pm

    Like the word placement “at a distance”
    Sad endng here,,,,that touch of blue that was probably there all along….erased by that beautiful song….then back.

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  3. Ilya says:
    February 27, 2016 at 2:00 pm

    I hope this is not you, Adri. You are beautiful with a bright, bubbly smile.

    About the poem: I like how things are bright when everything is dark (no moon or sun).

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    1. Adriana Citlali Ramírez says:
      February 27, 2016 at 2:04 pm

      Hahaha! You made me smile.
      I did break recently –my arm. All is well now.

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  4. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) says:
    February 27, 2016 at 3:33 pm

    There is such magic in your dance here… you make it sound so beautiful to fall… but I guess in the end it’s just pain…

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  5. writersdream9 says:
    February 27, 2016 at 4:33 pm

    The longing for relief is compelling in your piece!

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  6. Sanaa Rizvi says:
    February 27, 2016 at 5:58 pm

    Evocative………!!

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  7. Victoria C. Slotto says:
    February 27, 2016 at 6:47 pm

    Magical interlude so beautifully expressed. So glad you joined us today, Adriana.

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  8. georgeplace2013 says:
    February 27, 2016 at 11:47 pm

    So fevered in the second stanza and then the sudden fall. You made it sound magical even through the pain

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  9. Bryan Ens says:
    February 29, 2016 at 2:14 am

    Lovely, but such a sad ending. Really enjoyed this.

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  10. whimsygizmo says:
    February 29, 2016 at 5:34 pm

    We greeted each other as curious strangers…I fell and broke.

    Just wonderful.

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  11. mishunderstood says:
    February 29, 2016 at 7:14 pm

    An alluring piece. The songbird and the beauty of the night all seem to fade into the light of day.

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  12. Ava Hypatia says:
    March 1, 2016 at 11:56 pm

    You caught me up in your lines early and made me feel your spiral. Yours is both sad and beautiful to me.

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  13. katiemiafrederick says:
    March 3, 2016 at 5:37 pm

    For every Moonlit
    Star a hope for more
    to lEarn and feeL..
    a realiTy for
    those
    who
    say and FEEL noW
    so let It Be writTen
    so let iT bE dOne..:)

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  14. Dálber Ra Melessio says:
    March 3, 2016 at 9:09 pm

    Adry, i wonder if are you long for see, or long for hear the far, faraway mayan blue bird songing.

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