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Daily Lit Deviations for December 12th, 2012
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Featured by: LadyofGaerdon
WinterHer cold hands trace the lands spreading pallor;
In their wake, antique lace of crystal ice-
Scrimshaw tracery of pale frost flowers;
Tears a fickle flurry from fragile skies-
But bitter is her wintered breath the wind,
And ghostly the sound of its satin sighs;
Blue-veined deep the frozen lake of her skin;
Her voice a swansong of icicle lies-
Skeletal spine studded with evergreen-
The sheen of her shimmering white-wove veil
Crowned with holly bush and poinsettia leaf;
Her eyes drowning blue, her skin ghostly pale.
Winter by UltimateOutlaw
A veritable winter feast
of image, flow and rhythm.
Suggested by: doodlerTM
Featured by: DrippingWords
acousticyour soul is an acoustic
black and white picture
never yielding to release
giving shadows a new taste
of elegance, quiescent
the tranquil luminescence
that can trap a heart
in the photographic emulsion
or celluloid undertow
of slow motion
just as flammable
as a subtle combustion
kindling a rustic tongue
to move a languid expulsion
ladened with sorrows
carried like crystal shards
in a humble sun catcher
hung above a familiar window
prizing inconsequential matter
into flecks of golden dust
"acoustic" by autumnlit
Suggester says: "A breathless
(and breathtaking) poem rich
with wonderful descriptive words."
Featured by: Carmalain7
fishing for hearts with lace and not nettingtake one - in which burned bread is beautiful
They're crumbs in the road, toast-speckles that spin and skirt and we
drive past, like we always do, the radio singing
white noise against my black humor and you say
you say I'm getting better, and I think no, I am better
I am better, I say and you say no
and I say
I'm fucking exemplary
and you ask who Exemplary is and I tell you it's me and I think
somewhere we got lost in the words
And I'm not all that keen on admitting to you that sure thing, dad,
I'm fucking myself
but mostly I'm just fucking myself over.
take two - in which you think about animated movies
You're sitting in the front seat of a car but you are also sitting in the back seat
of a car because you are at once a child and a real person
and you say
as you climb in and tuck your bag away and turn on the radio
and he says "soup" like he promised he would years ago and you think
fishing for hearts with lace and not netting by wish-sticks
An impending storm
and the proceeding torrent
of the human condition.
Featured by doodlerTM
"Doctor?" I questioned uneasily. The figures and faces around me nodded, shifting around unsettlingly as if staying still was too much work for them
"I don't need a Doctor, I'm fine." I had no desire to see the Doctor. Even the title sent shivers down my spine.
"We know dear, but we were thinking that some people mature faster than others, and that maybe you should see the Doctor earlier," one of the figures said. I couldn't even see them, for I was seated in a hard chair that dug into my back while everyone else was crowed around me. Their like faces and similar statures all began to blur into one solid black surrounding of grey and more grey. Even their voices were beginning to blend together.
"I don't want to see the Doctor though."
And I truly didn't. There were so many rumors about that place, the place called the hospital. I heard that when people entered they didn't come back the same again, that they Doctor messed with their minds and changed them into unfeeling robots for the
The Doctor by Oilux
A fast-paced, gripping sci-fi thriller
about a dystopian world and a girl
who has an opportunity to learn
about the system that binds her.
Featured by xlntwtch
Smoky Screen by TheChemistryofGrief
A terrific look at young love
in another part of the world,
unless you live there. Subterfuge,
youth and love may or may not
overcome the caste system present there.
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Prepared by: LadyofGaerdon