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Daily Lit Deviations for April 6th, 2012
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Poetry
Featured by: *Carmalain7
for all to hear.Unseen pianist,
Play to the phantoms
Of summer, a harpsichord
Of tolling bells, abundant sound
Gracing the linoleum
Where discarded beer bottles
Poise, forgotten.
Play of rock-strewn rivers
And standing tall beneath a horizon,
Clouds grazing the song
As it ascends, rebuilding Babel
With each note, each keystone.
Bleat into the heavens,
Where we all die & song amplifies.
for all to hear. by ~BittersweetObsession
An apt name as truly all should hear this poem.
Featured by: =LadyofGaerdon
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"to rome, to the emperors" by !TheFoxAstronaut
Rich and brazen, demanding and galvanizing,
!TheFoxAstronaut creates a vivid landscape,
familiar yet alien, but altogether mesmerizing.
Prose
Featured by *doodlerTM
Turns
He turns on the boarding dock. He is trying to smile; the corners of his mouth twitch. Shifting his duffel bag from one arm to the other, he raises a solemn hand to her.
She rubs her eyes. Everything blurs for a moment.
I want to turn back time, she'd told him.
So do it.
He is at her side. They trudge up the subway stairs, their fingers entwined. Lights stream by under a darkening sky. They return to her apartment, sit at the table in day-old clothes. He covers her hand with his when she reaches out. Steam drifts above their coffee mugs. They make a promise.
They drag themselves down to the first floor. She puts her mail into the box at
Turns by *jamberry-song
A short and unique puzzle of a love story.
Featured by `LiliWrites
The StacksIt's like a deep forest in here, he whispers as he's strung along, hand entwined by the resolute talons of one small enough to crush if he got in the mood. But that day's not today. Today, they're flying past the narrow end of the library stacks, the rhythm a hypnotizing backdrop in heads already swimming with sunshine. She leads by some sort of intuition she doesn't fully understand or explain, as if the dust in the air is speaking a dead language she was fortunate enough to study on a whim one summer in grade school. So he follows, watching her hair whip around as she looks back to make sure he's still there, despite the grip on his hand.
The Stacks by ~fallenidle
Sometimes you find yourself immersed in more
than literary passion when you enter the library.
This short, tense vignette is written with just
the right balance of heat, humor, and flair.
Foreign Language
Featured by ~shebledgreenink
La coupe du vainqueur
Je saurai être douce, mais aussi pas trop sage,
Effrontée ou câline, j'en ferai mon langage,
Je choisirai les mots qui toucheront ton cœur
Et je te ferai boire à la coupe du vainqueur.
© Deedrane 2010
La coupe du vainqueur by ~Deedrane
A wise mantra of confidence and courage.
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