Daily Lit Deviations for December 12th , 2011
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Suggested by: RetroZombie
Featured by: thetaoofchaos
The Cello's LamentThey call me brute.
I'm permitted to chant,
but they won't let me Sing.
They've confused non-agility for
my belly enfolds the earth;
my throat trills at the stars;
my eyes embrace the cays
of the sea.
I am an omnivore,
yet they will only feed me leaves.
This wonderful poetic engendering of an instrument with human frailties,
such as suffering indignation from being kept in the shadows
of higher profile strings, is well orchestrated.
Featured by: LadyofGaerdon
"I Want To Be Shaken" by RiseandBe
Such a universal concept, impeccably phrased, with formatting
that enlivens the words, allowing them to jump from their
lines straight into your consciousness.
Featured by: LadyofGaerdon
Alikeand here's the miracle of life:
everything is so alike
doesn't matter if you're human or a tree
the rules apply to the entire being
i left my home
and lost it all
we replaced your soil
and changed your world
we both live,
but we blossom no more.
A simple yet profound fragment of thought, exploring
the deep similarities between all life. We are all
transplants in our own way, are we not?
Featured by: shebledgreenink
A sort of backwards space odyssey,
and an intriguing snippet of flash fiction.
Suggested by: doodlerTM
Featured by: SilverInkblot
Impossible ExistenceMine is an impossible existence.
Every day, I do the impossible. I get up, eat Cornflakes, go to work. I work in an office. It is quiet. I like that.
I walk through the park on my way home. The birds are singing. The boys are playing football between the trees. Brown, crackling leaves are thick underfoot.
When I get home, I kiss my warm, flustered wife as she hurries past me out the door. She is heading to her shift over at the hospital. She works the evening shift on Wednesdays. She does impossible things there.
The kids - Annie and Michael - are playing in and out of the hall, chasing each other. The TV is on in the front room. Tom is chasing Jerry round and round the screen, much like Annie and Michael.
Annie is seven and wants to be a nurse. She wants to do impossible things, like her mother. She is small and bright and blonde and has her mother's radiant smile.
Michael is three. He is my impossible child. He has freckles and dimples and mousy brown hair. He is giggling
From the Suggester: "An uplifting piece
that makes you count your blessings."
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