Daily Lit Deviations for December 15th, 2009</u>
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Featured by: ~RunningBear5858
Winter SpiritYou will see me,
in the white mist on a winter morning.
Dancing among silver crystals.
You will hear me,
in the wind through the silent forest.
Calling out for you.
You will feel my embrace,
when you are alone a night.
Kissing you gently to sleep.
When the first snowflake fall,
I will be here.
"Winter Spirit" by *SilverRacoon
Although many of us hate the cold,
icy hardships of winter, this poem give
the good points of it. Beautiful, light,
airy and simple, it describes a spirit
that kisses your nose so it's frosty
and helps every snowflake fall.
Featured by: `dreamsinstatic
The Lady In The Waiting Room by ~Carousel-Dreams
Fantastically creative wordplay and
vibrant imagery become the backbone of
this poem. Beautifully scribed every
line is in itself a gorgeous poem,
every detail produced with a swelling
magnitude of poetry.
Featured by: *jamberry-song
What I Should Have KnownWe always end at an impasse.
I turn into monsters and blocks of ice
and you look askance, waiting, waiting.
We do this now and then;
I remember the grip of your arms,
your hands on mine,
then just the touch of your fingers
on my sleeve,
now just the weight of your gaze,
your unsure smile.
Now that I am not bone
now you let me go.
"What I Should Have Known" by ~citywings
This is a lingeringly haunting piece.
The poet articulates sadness so well,
without ever saying it at all.
suggested by: ~LateNightLady
featured by: *Miss-S-Bird
"PN - Chapter 1 Parts 1 and 2" by ~Kira73
This clever piece combines many
stereotypes to create something with
a wonderfully original flavor. From
a beginning that hints towards erotica,
it develops at a perfect pace into an
anthropomorphic storyline that displays
a level of maturity rarely seen in the genre.
Featured by ~itsaki
The CorkboardPictures, phrases, scattered across the corkboard, held in place with plastic pins. The corkboard told a story, and the story was her life. Each scrap of paper captured her, each one a proud representative of who she was, yet they were so blatantly on show. It was as if anyone could see her, know everything about her, with a single glance at the corkboard. Her complications weren't so complicated when you saw the corkboard. All her oddities seemed perfectly normal on the corkboard. The corkboard had a way of doing that making everything organized, simple, orderly. Predictable.
So, she tore down the corkboard. She savaged the scraps of
"The Corkboard" by ~itselliegasp
A wonderfully written piece about a
girl breaking from the bonds of definition
and predictability, vowing to become someone
new. A piece many can relate to and enjoy.
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