Daily Lit Deviations for March 3^rd, 2010

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Poetry

_{Featured by hell-on-a-stick}

"Coup-de-grace" by ordie

<sub>This is just a random selection of ordie's
work.  He writes in Italian, Portuguese and English,
and also translates from latin. His metaphors are
amazing, his word placement and usage is near
perfect. He has his own style while being polished
and pronounced. I can't tell you anything that
this poem will not tell you.


featured by: dreamsinstatic</sub>
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"Autographs" by PoetryOD

_{Amongst the beauty of this poem resides
a magnificent combination of brilliant imagery
and overwhelming emotion.  Every line stands
out sublime and the reader will soon find their
eyes crave more than just a single reading.}

Prose

_{featured by: Kitri-du-Lac}

"Christmas Cookies" by mode-de-vie

<sub>Sweet and refined, this nostaligic piece captures
one of the most innocent moments of childhood. The
simple language uses imagery suited to the child narrator,
and the narrative takes centre stage over any linguisitic
features. This clever construction makes the narrator
believable: a perfect piece of non-fiction.


featured by: Exillior</sub>
ClosedShe walked down the street looking lost and alone. A shimmering glow peeked through the grime where she’d wiped the tears from her cheeks. Her feet were bare, little trails of blood as though she’d been walking for days. Her golden hair lay limp across her shoulders. Filled with twigs and leaves.
Her dress was tattered. White with golden streaks hanging loosely down her back. I watch her stumble, grabbing out for something as an automatic reflex not out of any real sense for self preservation.
I reached out and caught her arm, catching her. She looked at me with tired, sad eyes that couldn’t quite focus upon my face. She was beautiful. Perfect. She tried to speak ‘I-I-‘ and gave up. I could hear her voice was as wonderful as her face. Dancing to my ears from her lips.
She caressed my cheek briefly before returning to the crowd. I followed her, chasing her as she tried to get away. No-one else seemed to notice her as she pushed past them on the busy sidewalk. Fi
"Closed" by Echoes-of-the-Dead

_{I love just how many questions and thoughts
this poignant philosophical piece triggers.}

Foreign Language

_{Featured by: Magic-fan}
VaarwelNog geen uur geleden
Ging mijn telefoon
Mijn favoriete naam op het scherm
Een ongemakkelijk gesprek
Een ingestort leven
Vaarwel mijn lief
"Vaarwel" by TanteBep

_{This is a short piece that holds
so much emotion within it. It
shows exactly how cruel love can
be. Dutch, yet TanteBep has
provided an English translation.}



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_{prepared by: Exillior}