Daily Literature Deviations for July 16th, 2012

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Published: Jul 16, 2012

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Daily Lit Deviations for July 16^th, 2012

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Poetry

_{Featured by: Nichrysalis}

of coffee and loveI have lived too long on coffee
and of sighs in coffee cups.
Powderdays are blowing
from night to night.
I have stained and strained
my heart, dear heart, with coffee
and with you. I have held
the sun off my nose, and known
there are no easy roads.
But if there were, here:
This is my hand, I am your man,
let us walk, or run, this place
has frightened me too long.

of coffee and love by rober2

_{The subtle shift of focus from coffee to a courting}

_{couple in this poem is exceptional and leaves the}

_{reader envisioning the poem's metaphor as if it}

_{reaches further than those three stanzas.}

_{Featured by: betwixtthepages}

spinea steepled body, framing
claiming your nerves
i suffer from the weight of
sorrow, creak under
secrets kept
this is a script for your cracks, a
length of lilac, smokey quartz
painted marrow tunefully
so serpentine, oyster
bruised, the wisdom sleeps
through, cat-like vined
i sprout a calcium tree, we
collapse through intwined
spines
the silent incredible softness
the kind of silver you
shouldn't see, clouds
frosting our hills of
everlust
opening cream to dusty kiss
i arch and peel off the layers,
feeling each
snap
vertabrae embrace to a
chattering mile,
ache to twinge, verge of
chalky cliff, this
boned fragrance to bluer voices
i wind to
dusky mist
amidst the dusted ribs

spine by helloimkali

_{This beautiful, breath-taking piece inspires visions}

_{of trees, mountains, and valleys--all in the length of}

_{a spine, the reach of a hand, the bend of a knee.}

_{Using metaphors and imagery to tell the story,}

_{helloimkali will take readers on a journey over the}

_{plains of a lover's body, and leave them in awe at the end.}

Prose

_{Featured by: SilverInkblot}

similar but not the same by Kk-Chi

_{It took a moment to sink in, but this short is surprisingly clever}

_{in its presentation of two significant events in the life of a little girl.}

_{Featured by xlntwtch}

Chinese BoyWeekly duties are perhaps worse than sitting in class all day, especially in the heat, humidity, sun blaring through the windows. He exhales deeply to dispel the frustration, the exasperation (he's a child, not a slave).
The trash bags are swollen, overweight, and he wonders how his instructors can go through so much waste in a week. In his small hands he bunches as much plastic as he can, hunches over to accompany the exertion. He walks quickly and the bags bang against his legs as he escorts the odorous bunches out the door (though it's hardly worth the hassle).
It's just one of those days when he needs to get home, avoid the judgment, the condescension, the stress. His sister should be let alone to deal with it, not him.
"Aiya..." he mutters to himself, sees in his mind his sister staying up late hours to study, to please her instructors, hears the praise she receives and the reprimands forced upon him. His parents are worrying but he's still not studying for these horrible teachers

Chinese Boy by heart-terrors

_{The hard life of a young boy is changed in a marvelous}

_{way in this non-fiction vignette. A companion piece in}

_{Artist's Comments allows readers to explore more.}

Foreign Language

_{Featured by shebledgreenink}

Car tout finit un jour... - Because everything... (English version below)
Car tout finit un jour...
Dans tes yeux noirs où se perdent les ombres,
Immergés de spleen et d'ouragans sombres,
Assassine étoile en proie aux vingt ans,
N'oublie ta joie, ton courage d'antan.
Ah que le temps vienne où les fleurs s'égrainent !
Nos rires sous les toits bleus, nos fredaines
Oubliées, resteront à jamais les
Germes d'un été, mort abandonné.
Une lettre commencée, une plume
Egarée. Car dès lors de cette plume
Il faut tirer un trait, comme à l'enclume
Retirer l'épée. Des maux que j'exhume,
Aie confiance en eux. Ils laisseront ton
Chemin loin des issus malheureux. Mon
Oracle, ma muse. Nous n'irons jamais
Sous l'arbre fleurit, où je t'aurais donné
Toutes les splendeurs d'Italie. Adieu,
Au revoir, puisse l'air être tes yeux !

English version:
Because everything will end one day…
In your black eyes where shades disappear,
Sunken

Car tout finit un jour... by GrisBrouille

_{An elegant and moving way to say au revoir.}

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