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Daily Lit Deviations for November 25th, 2012


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Poetry


Suggested by: Halcyal
Featured by: TwilightPoetess

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Poem 24 by Pope-Tank

From the suggester: This poem is a well
crafted piece of rhymed and cadenced verse. It's
phrasings and forms are wrought with vivid turns
of text and its landing thrust comes soft and sweet.



Featured by: Carmalain7
Thousand-StarJuly 1st, the Saturday—
before Independence Day at the hall.
My son wanted to buy fireworks
to play with at the children's fair.
Noon time came with its teacupped sunlight
and steaming table cloth of summer.
Sweat leaked from our temples
like too eager tears. And yet,
still he sprang, feet clanging like cans
till I smiled at them, in their shoelaced glee.
All I wanted was a cool drink,
maybe a beer and a few magazines.
So we drove down to the supermarket,
bought a pack for twenty,
labeled, "Thousand-Stars!
You'll be seeing these for years to come!"
And I guess, even now I still see the night sky
as it breaks apart in the trembling light.
My son, now twenty, lives life with
a surly disposition. Quite
unlike the boy, who bought fireworks
with me at that far-kept supermarket
drifting off in the keen air.
He once gave me a look at Thanksgiving
that I couldn’t help but want
to drain the clouds from,
to see the sun still behind
such familiar, alien eyes.
Suppose I was there for h

Thousand-Star by TheGlassIris

A spiraling story observing the curse of coupling
hindsight with good intentions and distracted conviction.




Prose


Featured by xlntwtch
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keys by freudenschade

A well-written piece that looks at what,
for some, may seem familar, but is presented
here in a new way, not to mention the unexpected end.



Featured by doodlerTM
Tribute to MemoryThe old woman next door played her depressing version of Happy Birthday to You on her piano again, and Lisa couldn’t study.
The music wasn’t loud, but it seeped through into her apartment with its slow pace and low notes and bothered her, even though it was ignorable and she was comfortable in good company.
“There she goes again with the sleepy music.” Mark placed his Calculus book on the coffee table, leant back into the couch, and yawned. “What’s this, the eighth time this year?”
“The first time,” Lisa said. “And how’s it sleepy music?”
“It’s making me drowsy.”
“I think it’s sad.” Lisa stretched against her boyfriend and closed her eyes. She thought of her own mother, grey and unhappy when she last saw her, and now gone. “I think she’s sad. Doesn’t she always play it like this around this time?”
“I think so,” he said. “And if she

Tribute to Memory by Swiss-Dilettante

A moving, heart-wrenching story that presents
loss in such a realistic and personable way.




Foreign Language


featured by lombregrise
Doublon poetique I - CigaretteJ’ai mis mes bottes oranges puis ma robe blanche   J’ai mis mes bottes orages puis ma robe bleue
Pour me promener dans la campagne mouillée,    Pour me promener dans la campagne émaillée,
Mes mèches brunes frivoles par le vent volées   Mes messes brunes dévotes par vent immolées
Ont l’odeur exotique de contrées de revanche.   Ont l’horreur magnifique de confrères pervenches.
Ainsi, je frétille en les flaques endormies,   Ainsi, je béquille dans les flaques harpies,
La pénombre me guide à travers les bleuets  La palabre me guide à travers les corsets
Qui, pas à pas, jaillissent de la forêt,   Qui fut autrefois, jadis, sens de l’adoré
Laissant place à la mer d’édifices hardis.   Lassant, face à la chair d

Doublon poétique by In-Petto

A very original idea for this poetry :
a classic line for a classic poem, then
another one, written in italics, in a semi-
automatic way, playing with sense and words;
and so on. Bravo!





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Venry Featured By Owner Nov 26, 2012  Student General Artist
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xlntwtch Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2012   Writer
:reading: ... :heart:

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alapip Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
you dedication is valuable and
appreciated, Wotcher... :hug:
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xlntwtch Featured By Owner Nov 28, 2012   Writer
:blushes:...everyone is dedicated, especially the lit community.
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