Daily Lit Deviations for December 29th, 2012
Featured by: `thetaoofchaos
Living SacramentsThe inexplicable
of flowers in winter:
the kind of thing
define or describe,
the way the wind tastes
for a moment
like an old promise
the way familiar patterns,
the house you grew up in
not of home
but of some
brief untranslatable fragment,
a song from your childhood,
the taste of the lips of
water and oil swirl,
milk and wine
form your blood and your body
a strange mysticism
older than breathing
Living Sacraments by ~MaggiexMalarkey
Per the suggester: "This one is not at all a new subject,
but strikes me as a beautiful treatment."
Suggested by: ~Vigilo
Featured by: *Carmalain7
Jazz by ~AMWeitz
Suggester: 'The first stanza is pitch perfect.'
Suggested by ~Creativity-Squared
Featured by ~doodlerTM
The Finest Casket (Complete Story)The chandlers, grocers, butchers, clothiers, and every other merchant in Chantsville was yelling in the streets outside the shop where I was studiously working. Their ruckus combined with the bleats and squawks of livestock wandering underfoot, creating a bustling racket that would drive the unfamiliar ear to distraction.
I was used to the noise, however, and I was so engrossed in my work that I would have sworn the world was silent save for the sound of my chisel biting into the oak box before me. Delicate curls fell from my worktable, collecting in small drifts upon the dirt floor.
I stopped to wipe sweat from my face. The pause gave me a moment to step back and survey my work.
Yes, the casket was coming along beautifully. I had mitered the joints meticulously. I had planed it smooth as glass before tracing out the panels on each side. I had spent days, chisel in hand, carving the scenes into it.
It was almost done, and the carved scenes on each side looked alive despite the casket's
The Finest Casket by ~Roskvape
From the suggester: "This story not only illicits multiple emotions from the reader,
but also leaves the reader with an excellent shock from a plot twist."
Featured by *xlntwtch
Condensate by ~apothacary
A very brief, well-written piece that shows the limits and expansions of love.
Featured by ~shebledgreenink
DecembreTout a changé depuis la neige
Forêt d'arbres morcelés
Traces de pas, blanc sur rouge, rouge sur blanc
Un enfant glisse en chantant.
Tout a changé depuis Décembre
Qu'il est pâle, notre amour
Comme il sombre.
Et tout se vêt de décombres
Frêle décembre, décembre tombe
Froid aux yeux, buée
Tout a changé.
Dans la neige étendus nous riions
Dans la neige nous riions
Puis tu t'en es allé
Blanc sur rouge, rouge sur blanc
Un enfant glisse en chantant.
Décembre by ~EloreCohlt
A poem about change that remains as emotionally distant as change itself.
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