Daily Lit Deviations for February 22^th, 2010

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Poetry

_{suggested by: bowie-loon123
featured by: passingavery}
Shadei am in love with a silhouette.
it changes shape at its whim.
yesterday it was a jellyfish.
the day before it was a cat.
tomorrow it will be a man.
i am in love with a silhouette.
i'm half in love with the puppeteer.
his deft fingers allow the wonderful
shapes to appear in all their shadowy
glory before me; it's only fair.
i am in love with a silhouette.
i anticipate the day he will propose to
me, with an antique opal that glistens,
milky white in light with rainbows. it
was his grandmother's joy.
i am in love with a silhouette.
he is in love with me. forever.
so i still scream a little when
the lights go out and
the sun goes all the way down.

"Shade" by TOM3S
<sub>This piece contains beautiful repetition of a specific,
powerful line before each stanza, adding to this poem's
powerful rhetoric. A must read for all, this poem's
impact is furthered by delicate, colourful metaphors –
convincing the reader to fall into its uniquely-told
love story over and over again.


Featured by the-photographicpoet</sub>
'We have' - Memories of YouWe've Been in love.
(And out of love, and back in love once more before I won for good.)
We've made promises that we meant to keep
(Secretly they were made to be broken [though we didn't know it] )
But couldn't, due to lack of faith in ourselves
(Or so we say [to stave off the guilt for another day] )
We've been through it all
(That was all I ever wanted)
The Good and the bad
(any part of you I could get, I'd take)
Through Hell and Back Again.
(That's what love feels like)
We've taken our chances
(gambled with our lives)
And fought long and hard
(But never bet against fate; we both believed in it)
Just to get somewhere in this
(casino filled with hopes and dreams)
Hell we call life.
(Funny how something so beautiful can also be so terrible)
We've tried to escape
(Run hand in hand as far as our feet would take us)
The reality forced upon us
(Reality is just a state of mind driven by people who are scared to dream)
But we've never failed
(Only been struck by temporary setbacks)
To clean

"We Have - Memories of You" by xx-amberskies
<sub>Sensational use of structure, lexis and imagery to convey
powerful emotions. Very unique style which leaves reader
wanting to find out more. Brilliant.


Featured by Iluvocnj2006</sub>
22.feb.10afternoon stroll -
sunlight wanders through
a gap in the trees
"22.feb.10" by blue-china
_{blue-china leaves us breathless with this
wonderful haiku that describes just how it should
feel, walking God's great creation. Simplistic and
stunning, this will reside in the back of your mind
the next time you take a stroll through a field.}

Prose

_{featured by: Exillior}
NovemberMarch. It's March again. I'm lonely. I'm okay with it. I can feel myself slipping back into my nostalgia phase of sepia memories with orange highlights and blue undertones.
We're crossing the bridge. I feel like Daddy's little girl again. I have returned back home. Pushed, not ripped out of your arms. It's March again, and I'm feeling empty with no purpose; a cloud that doesn't float quite so high or carry enough rainwater for any real intention.
Look over the bridge. Remember the glittering rust piles? Right now I'm feeling the old urge returning back. The yearning to lay down among the rusted bits of metal, the dusted chips of broken glass, and decay quietly along with everything else here.
It's March again. The trees are painted impasto style, not quite brown nor green. Maybe leaves will bloom again. Maybe everything will want to be alive again. It's March and I'm okay. My brain is clogged with memories; March fourteenth, the morning after my life changed. I stood along the rust pil

"November" by projectilewordvomit
<sub>Memories are always a subtle, strong blend of
fragile and powerful, and this short and yet
heartbreakingly beautiful piece has captured this
balance masterfully. It's November, but it's March
for the narrator… and for us too, as we are caught
up in the clarity of the images conveyed here.


featured by: Kitri-du-Lac</sub>
Family Ties
Why is it that the father walks his daughter up the aisle? The mother is usually the most involved in the wedding. In animal circles, the father is the one that feeds on his offspring, the mother is the one that protects them- so it goes in human circles, too. It's the mother who gives you hot chocolate after daddy says he's disappointed in you.
Maybe it is the trade-off, for up till when you say "I do", your father is supposed to be the most important man in your life, and he's willing to come second. But if that's the case, why doesn't the mother walk the groom up?
I shouldn't be wondering about this as I'm walking down the aisle, my father clutching my arm. The gaze of the seated presses into my cheeks, turning them bright. Maybe this is where the "blushing bride" term comes from.
He lets me go, and I smile, stepping beside first place. But when the pastor declares, "Till death do you part," I'm thinking that his statement is more true of a father and daughter.
***
It is now time fo

"Family Ties" by mistsofavalon4ever
_{Sentimental pieces set at weddings are common
in literature, but in this mistsofavalon4ever
gives the theme an original twist. The discussion
feels natural and moving, the dialogue of the
characters giving insight into their lives. A
wonderful and pretty piece.}



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_{prepared by: Exillior}