Daily Literature Deviations for August 2nd 2011

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Daily Lit Deviations for August2nd, 2011


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Poetry



Featured by apple-dark
Loss of MemoryI forgot.
It is a tragedy that I failed to remember
just how fond I am of the naked,
waiting space on a man's neck
where his clavicle meets his throat.
It is just perfect for my mouth.
I can run my imagination, and my tongue,
along the inflexible structure under the skin
and then
delicately sink the flexible tip
into the shadowy curve behind it.
The slight tang and salty flavor
of his warm, now wet skin under my mouth-
I forgot how good it tastes, how superb it smells-
as I pursue the rest of his body with the restless
press of mine.

Loss of Memory by dragon-fly-to-me

I like the simplicity of an expression of sheer
physicality.  Sometimes a poem is best when expressing
a basic idea; this one paints a lovely and comforting
picture, all warm tones and welcoming light in my head.


Featured by angelStained
RemainOur inertia
incited our bodies
forward
chest-before-knees
unhinged to
           refine.
We correct ourselves until
left of center
right of center.
At length we evolve
reckless ballerinas
balanced on point
arms raised
necks
arched.
You shove but I remain.

Remain by NiennaSwift

This is such a quietly eloquent poem,
with much gentleness and thought.


Suggested by: a-dehn
Featured by: damina

Such Things by pinxi-tinxi
"Such Things" by pinxi-tinxi

The images used behind this found
visual poem create a kaleidoscope of depth
and history and lends to the message.


Prose




Suggested by: angelStained
Featured by: SilverInkblot

The MirrorThere was once a man who lived in nineteenth century London. There were many such men, but there wasn't a man quite like this one. Oh, he seemed ordinary enough, aside from a few quirks here and there. He was tall, with feet not quite in proportion to his height. They were small actually, petite one might say. His face was angular and harsh, and his mouth was meanly set, though his eyes portrayed curiosity and wonder, as well as hard determination. He had a fashionably sized moustache beneath his pinched nose, always finely combed. He had perfect posture, and one would think he'd never heard of the word "slouch" at all. He had fine dirty blonde hair, more common among the Englishmen than those further north. Beneath the eyeglass he constantly wore were tiny, beady blue eyes that would stare out at you most unsettlingly.
He was a lord. One of the finer men in England. He was close friends with some of the highest ranking people in England, and spoke with them from time to time most inti

The Mirror  by ValkyrieNix

From the suggester: "It expresses an extremely
relatable, almost common subject in a way that twists
dramatically and haunts the reader."



Featured by: Kitri-du-Lac
Queen Bee1st May 2011
She's fat.
You don't know her name, but you imagine she's called something as round in name as she is in hide. Barbra, perhaps, or Sheryl. She's not clumsy. She does not heave her extra weight around as though it's pressing her to the ground. She has the kind of elegance you link to rich middle-aged ladies conducting armies from their front room recliner, cocktail held high in one, poised hand. This is the kind of woman you do not want to cross. The kind that you want approval from, whether you like them or not.
She doesn't pay a fare, waving a longer term ticket wrapped in plastic and cardboard to the driver, who nods without looking at it - he knows her face. She doesn't know his. She turns to survey the bus, sharp brown gaze in contrast to soft, pale, round cheeks. Her make up is immaculate, her hair skilfully mussed and sprayed thickly to keep it so. She's younger than you'd originally thought, but it doesn't stop you from sitting up straighter when her gaze swe

"Queen Bee" by Stranger-A-Day

An elegant piece, this offers observations on
human life. The first person narrator is well
constructed, insightful and convinces the reader to
believe. Scratch the surface of the smooth writing,
and the unreliable nature of the narrator's viewpoint
appears. Clever and sophisticated writing.



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Excellent choices :clap: