Daily Lit Deviations for February 7th, 2011
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AlterAllow me just this:
I fell into a deep forest. My femur
put forth roots. I did not say: oh Lord,
take me from here
like Rebekah, this is another
My mouth remained resolutely
closed. The moss
grew over me,
Oh Lord, I am scared.
Mother is reading, brows
at half mast. In the kitchen,
Father organizes sardines
on crackers. Home means
this soft quietude.
Five thousand six hundred
miles away, I am watching a donkey.
It stumbles on three legs; the fourth
is loosely curled, like a child's fist.
There are wild dogs in the fields beyond,
waiting. I am a dog, waiting.
"Alter" by ~saartha
A common misconception about surrealistic poetry
is that it doesn't have to make any kind of logical sense.
"Alter" proves that the best surrealistic pieces are not
just drenched in great imagery, but have
a pointed message or story to tell.
Suggested by: !InDiscord
Featured by: ~EmmaSloane
above the billiard
the patrons in
bar talk of
art and ass
out of the studio
into the streets
into the fields
but for now...
Toulouse and Paul
in a smokey corner
pick up the
"Impressionist" by *jimfleming
Concise, even clipped, but that doesn't hamper
the emergence of a full-blown scene in a colorful seaside bar.
The writer never misses a bank shot as it becomes obvious
that there is more to this impression than meets the eye.
Featured by ~the-photographicpoet
March ripped itself out of February, prematurely born
from a month of quiet white blankets.
(though you said it was too early to plant anything),
I dug splayed fingers into the frozen ground.
I tore the soil away
in icy clumps, naked fingers driving seeds home to somewhere deeper,
somewhere deep enough that anything could flourish.
Your gloved hands cupped my shoulders as you murmured
"Nothing will grow, you know that."
But I was so tired of the muted death
that thrummed its way from your words
into my womb,
empty like the oak cradle w
Barren. by ~epiphenomenon
A shocking dramatic piece which is full to the brim of fantastic
literary and linguistic devices that encourage a powerful read.
The tone is stark, the structure is flippant.
Can't get enough of this piece: fantastic
featured by: ~choirsoftheheavens
InnocenceHow to lose innocence: Add Alcohol.
"Innocence" by ~Book-it
One wonders how some people can see the whole
world in a grain of sand. ~Book-it goes one step further
when she conveys this universal truth in just six words.
Featured by: ~Magic-fan
"Herectic Order of Sacred Blood" by ~WillKaede
A stunning, unique use of religion to create an enrapturing
tale that draws readers in. Religion mixed with historical events
and inspiration created this piece; it is well worth the read.
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