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Daily Lit Deviations for December 4th, 2011

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Featured by: LadyofGaerdon
DecemberMy hands are
black with soot
and shiny with grease;
the embers lie low.
The air grew teeth.
We sit alone
in our separate dreams
and entertain the shade
of what was lost.
Our fingers will twitch
with phantom pain-
our mouths will run dry.
Everything I am,
outweighed, overcome
by a fistful of
words with teeth;
as heavy as gold,
as poison as lead,
and I can't write poetry
because I said I would
leave you alone
and you never leave the lines-
you are there between them,
every one.

"December" by riparii

Contained within the
lines of this evocative work
is an understated catharsis -
a living, breathing personification
of the month itself.

Featured by angelStained
work in progressI. you are no flame
I am no firefighter:
feet like sunken pavement,
shoulders draped with bags of
like dominoes
or lumps of coal
milk and cookies by the stove
II. I slept on the floor last night
couldn't sleep through the
storm -- found solace only in
five-minute dreams
bottoming out like the rain
gutterballing down the windows,
lightning wrenching its way
though my eyelids, thunder
echoing in my joints,
crunching with every toss and turn
on the carpet, every house-shaking
wake-up call a reminder
I am not happy
III. self-diagnosis
I used to blink like a martyr,
make up disorders with names I couldn't pronounce,
hide my ideas in my head and grind my teeth
into the concrete
now I only see
the back end of daylight, with
real disorders I still can't pronounce and
keep all my ideas
carefully hidden in the trash
but I can still taste it with my eyes closed
IV. my mother
my mother has always been
a better liar than me
and I can see it, finally,
in the way her teeth
into a

work in progress by poetic

poetic ventures back
into poetry with powerful,
intriguing ideas-- and they are
but glimpses of more yet to come.


Featured by shebledgreenink
Perseus 2: Perseus has BreakfastI made my way down the mountain in crisp morning sunlight, staggering a bit.  I felt weak but deliriously happy; I may have even sung a little.
It was a short trek to the first signs of civilization.  I'm sure people stared but at least they were polite about it: it's not every day a half-naked skeleton of a man bearing a black-diamond sword strides into town.  But frankly I only had one thing on my mind.
I found the inn easily enough, remembered it from my last journey through.  It wasn't open yet but that didn't stop me.  I parked my tired bones on a bench outside, propped the adamantine sword beside me and watched the world for a time.  It was a good day to be alive.
The proprietor found me soon enough.
"Your name wouldn't be Perseus, would it?"
I opened my eyes.  Apparently I'd dozed off in the warm sunshine.  I studied the woman before me, plainly dressed in a coarse-weave peplos.  She was yo

Perseus has Breakfast by RalfMaximus

Quick and whimsical, with
just the right amount of clash
between millennia.

Featured by shebledgreenink
Death's Favorite ColorPart one - Bedtime story
"Because it's custom," she said. She wore black, I wore black. "Everyone wears black at funerals. Black is death's favorite color, so we wear it as a sign of respect."
Grandpa slept. The priest told him a bedtime story. The priest wore black, grandpa wore black.
Part two - Cross examination
She wore white, I wore black. "It's to keep me safe," she said. "The doctors give us white to wear so we stay invisible to death."
Part three - Fairy tale
"It's like a play," she whispered. She wore white, I wore black. "The women play life, the men play death. The two in the middle join together, like life and death at the beginning of time." She was on drugs.
Part four - Eulogy
My mother was buried in her wedding gown.
"She told me once that black is death's favorite color." I sat back down. I wore orange.
A woman behind me whispered.
"How disrespectful."

Death's Favorite Color by cosmicpenguin

On the first read, innocent
and humorous. On the second read,
profound and touching.

Featured by: SilverInkblot
Free Hugs(Lights up on a modest kitchen. MAN and WOMAN are standing, facing each other.)WOMAN
(shouting) Free hugs! Free hugs! Free hugs!
Do I get one?
Do you get one what?
Am I misunderstanding something?
I should think that my message is quite clear, being comprised of only two words, one syllable apiece.
Free hugs?
Yes. (shouting) Free hugs! Free hugs! Free hugs!
So, can I have one?
I thought you were on board, already, that you understood what I'm saying here. What's the problem? What is this "one" you want?
I want one of what you're offering.
What am I offering? I'm standing here, shouting (shouting) "Free hugs! Free hugs! Free hugs!" What could I possibly be offering?
You're offering free hugs, aren't you?
More like demanding.
That they free hugs.
That they free hugs?
Yes. Hugs doesn't deserve this. Hugs deserves freedom. Hugs is as good and as innoce

Free Hugs by Same-side

It took me a moment to
understand the wordplay going
on, but when I did, the realization
made me chuckle.

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cosmicpenguin Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2013
Hey, late to the party, but that's swell. Thanks.
FuzzyHoser Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
:clap: Good stuff. (:
TexasDreamer01 Featured By Owner Dec 5, 2011
RalfMaximus Featured By Owner Dec 5, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
What lovely recognition! Thank you. :)
DailyLitDeviations Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2011
You're welcome :)
riparii Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2011
Lovely, thanks. :heart:
DailyLitDeviations Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2011
You're welcome! ;)
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