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Daily Lit Deviations for December 2nd, 2012
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Poetry
Featured by `LiliWrites
fumesthe talk
of my
heart
unfurls,
wisps
of smoke
Fumes by *KaitForest
Good concrete poetry uses an image to reinforce
the content of the poem. *KaitForest has done an
excellent job of crafting a sensual, tender love poem
around the image of a candle flame in Fumes.
Featured by `thetaoofchaos
Rebound or TurnaroundFour months ago you worked across the room from me
six hours a day
five days a week
and I thought, "I'd like a man like that."
Except I already had one nothing like you,
and integrity trumps all.
Two weeks ago
it all changed.
Suddenly I was by myself in the bigger picture,
and with you in the smaller one--
across a table for yet another friendly lunch,
another forty minutes of secretly feeling sixteen.
I watched your shy eyes smile in that different way
and wondered if it was moving fast
or just moving closer to home.
Comfortable silences
and real laughter combine
to make unfamiliar deja vu.
I remember this,
or at least rem
Rebound or Turnaround by °euphoria
The easy, almost conversational facade of
these verses draped over the heavy muse of fear
feels like a metaphor for life itself.
Prose
Featured by *xlntwtch
Mellifera by ~pseudometry
A fascinating, near-poetic vignette.
Not much can be written here without ruining
what's revealed to readers.
Featured by *doodlerTM
Poker in Purgatory I once sat around a table in Purgatory with three of the world's most wonderful artists. We played a game of poker, sipping the finest wine and discussing the means by which we had died.
Van Gogh spoke solemnly, and with an aire of apathy. I suppose that apathy was appropriate, being that his life had been ended by his own hand. As he folded his hand, he spoke of fits of brilliant madness, unbearable to any human, which both fueled his art and forced the gun to his head. I asked, after a time, if he knew how lovely the world had found his work since he'd died and he said that he did not. "It's amazing how often that happens to a
Poker in Purgatory by ~Weird-and-proud-LOL
Ever wondered what it might be like to play
poker with Van Gogh, Oscar Wilde and Salvador Dali?
Me neither, but this story by ~Weird-and-proud-LOL
gives a glimpse of what it could be like.
Foreign Language
featured by *lombregrise
Les vertiges sylvains - Chant d'Automne by *Stolvezen
A beautiful visual poetry about
autumn and the rainy days. Image by
the poetess herself.
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Prepared by: `thetaoofchaos
I'm realy honored