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 broken […]
A car drive — a long time ago.
Tag: memory
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 fantasy sorta story: It is dangerous to walk a dream
The old man strolls the moon without any reason Sometimes he stops to wonder why he walks On occasion he forgets the pace and finds himself running in circles Some circles had been run often They are now deep and quiet He rarely strolls the imaginary…
The fractures of a fallen bridge
Sharp mind-aches control his day The sway of a woman is to blame Her memory hugs his hand infiltrates his amnesia Dry skin absorbs that memory (like a sponge in the touch of water) until it reaches his broken limb Those eyes sink in the…
American sentences in Norwegian winter
23:21 Exchange sanity for a stranger’s kiss. It’s an apple, bite it! 08:21 Reject the thought, forget the dream: reality –a daily routine. 19:21 Now wonder if this wind still remembers the warmth of his daring lips. _____Adriana Citlali XXV-XI-MMXIII American sentences (17 syllables each) for…