Daily Literature Deviations for Sept. 27th, 2012

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Daily Lit Deviations for September 27th, 2012


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Poetry


Featured by LiliWrites
Divination as a Means of Finding a Way Back   1.  I say nothing I am thinking.
For twelve years I have wanted
to do exactly this, but suddenly
pronouncing my own name calls up
the question of who it belongs to
in the same breath Like
Solomon I was born a singer
but in the wrong key and my
chords will not carry me, will not
summon the wolves to me only
packs of hungry dogs
stupid with domestication
but nearly feral And like
a hungry ghost I have learned
not to speak against those
who will give me food
   2. A sketch of myself.
                      He says I must have been born
in the wrong culture, he says. I got a taste of
the crackling heat here, heat to drive you crazy,
and suddenly I open my wide arms for
New Orleans, find myself needing the wind from
the Great Plains. Like a buffalo I have the spirit
of the Sun and I carry it with me. I am a plant
of burnt umber,
            

Divination as a Means of Finding a Way Back by AzizrianDaoXrak

Beautiful, enthralling, masterful -
these are just a few words
to describe this penetrating glance
into a poet's version of introspection.



Featured by: betwixtthepages
Summer MorningsThe sun fries greasy 
as clouds break the runny yolk.  
Crave those crispy sides.  

NaPoWriMo - 15 by goddess-of-ravens

This humorous, quirky senryu by goddess-of-ravens
portrays a different side of nature:  harsh, scrambled,
and fulfilling.  Readers are sure to be left with grumbling
stomachs and pondering the sunrise in a new way.



Featured by: betwixtthepages
Myopic BraggadocioSun peacocks its rays
triumphant again
if just for the day.

Myopic Braggadocio by BatmanWithBunnyEars

This clever haiku leaves readers
imagining the sunrise in a different
way: as a strutting peacock,
feathers spread with pride.



Prose


Featured by doodlerTM
i. beginningThe rain fell in heavy sheets, obscuring the ground below and the sky above. It had been falling for fourteen days now, and would likely fall for many more. Years ago someone might have gone so far as to say that it was raining cats and dogs. But there were no more cats and dogs, and there was no one there to say that they were falling from the sky. In fact there wasn't much of anything except for the rain, which seemed in the emptiness to take on a life of its own. It was going to live for quite a while longer, but its death would be just as sudden and unexpected as its birth. Its mother the clouds drifted slowly across the sky as countless blimps.
If the rain falls for one hundred days and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?
Where there was once a giant, teeming, smog-choked city there was now a crater. It had been created sometime during the Panic, its cause readily apparent. It was an ugly scar in the ground, and the grass hadn't yet begun to grow around it; but then

i. beginning by foryoualullaby

A innovative piece, presumably about the
end of the world, that presents a glimmer
of hope at the conclusion of the story.



Featured by: SilverInkblot
PainThey had told me how it was going to be.
I was to lie still, and let them do the work, but hey, I never agreed to not scream, did I?
So I screamed. I screamed as if there was no tomorrow. I screamed because the local anesthesia didn't quite mask the effect of the six inch knife that was now slicing its way across my gut, the blood flowing down the sides, onto the table.
"Clench on this." The orderly pressed down a cloth firmly into my open mouth. The dry cloth smelt, but there was nothing I could do about it. So I clenched, as hard as I could. I must have been clenching really hard, since I think I passed out.
When I woke up the bearded doctor was standing over me, his pearly white teeth gleaming in the fluorescent light that hung over the window. A sulking nurse stood on the other side of the bed.
"It was a successful operation. You rest for now," he patted me on the shoulder. Leaving, he motioned to the nurse, "If you will."
From the corner of my eye, I saw the nurse inject something

Pain by SiNg0d

A grim look into a dystopian
society that one might mistake
for our own until the very end.




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