Daily Lit Deviations for November 2^nd, 2011

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Poetry

_{Featured by angelStained}

Heat WaveGrasshoppers
scattered along the path today
kick their shins against
their sides
& glide &
and criss-cross like lovers
climb the lengths of leaves
& eat &
try to hop away from runners
They have acceded
to the heat
of this
false September summer
Heat Wave by ~ashellessmind

<sub>It expresses itself with seamless elegance and a gentle clarity.


Suggested by beeswingblue
Featured by spoems</sub>
I Took the Blue BusYou didn't put the phone back, left your pills on the table
I went thirty minutes without thinking of her
You made cookies I didn't eat, watched movies I didn't see
I went thirty minutes without thinking of her
You talked, then you didn't, then you talked some more
I went thirty minutes without thinking of her
You took the elevator, she took the stairway to the stars
I went thirty minutes without thinking of her
You swept out memories, wrote a manuscript of dreams
I went thirty minutes without thinking of her
I had coffee and cigarettes alone at four AM
I went thirty minutes without thinking of her
She took the stairway to the stars
I took the blue bus to nowhere
I Took the Blue Bus by Bark

_{Per the suggester: "Powerful and poignant, this poem uses repetition and contrast to drive home its somber, bittersweet message."}

Prose

_{Featured by shebledgreenink}
Return, and Release         The gaps between trees release the natural fumes of time to spread thick across the forest. Between the twists and turns of the roots, the elven beauty, sat a house. It stood there, the last remark of the humans that owned it. It manifested itself as the soul of the forest now, spewing the moments of life and time itself through the green air. As sad a sight as it appeared, there was something truly amazing about how something manmade turned itself into a true part of the forest. He sings song, day and night for the forest, for the air, for the world.
         The first time the Lightbringers came, it was a summer evening. The air was growing mild, and the darkness had finally set in. They cracked the barriers off, locked in with nails. They lit up the room, filling me with life I hadn't seen in a long time. Pouring energy into me was their result, probably unintentional, but that wasn't
Return, and Release by TUNADRAGONTACOCOW

<sub>This piece is an excellent exercise in personification with delightfully original content.


Featured by: SilverInkblot</sub>
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"time" by littlemissnouvaeu

_{I don't know how I stumbled upon this deviant, but I'm glad to have done so - littlemissnouvaeu's gallery pieces are full of lovely imagery and atmosphere, and this piece is no exception.}

Foreign Language

_{Featured by kamy-ska}
Cartas que nunca recebesteCartas
O primeiro Verão chegou, escrevi uma carta,
a primeira carta com destino, a primeira carta que não enviei.
Encontrei nos arrumos das lembranças sem tempo, o caderno das letras, o caderno dos rabiscos,
o caderno das piadas e o caderno dos números, e nessas lembranças encontrei uma carta, a primeira carta.
Ingénua, acreditava que não iria chegar a este Verão sem ti,
associava-te a músicas que ouvia na altura, pedia-te para não te esqueceres de mim.
Escrevia-a em inglês, escrevia-a na minha mente, escrevia-a em ti.
O tempo mudou, e eu nem acredito o quanto, tudo que era já não é, excepto tu,
tu permaneces igual, a mesma figura que vi da primeira vez, a mesma figura que escrevi na primeira carta, a mesma que estou a escrever.
Não sei o que acreditar, em mim, em ti, nos outros, em nada. Deslizei para pensamentos horríveis, tornei-te numa pessoa que ilude,
tornei-te no que a minha mente qu
Cartas que nunca recebeste by looking4carol

_{Past, present, future... The letters were never sent link all the moments of a story. A love story incomplete, unfinished.}


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