Daily Literature Deviations for September 9th 2012

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Daily Lit Deviations for September 9th, 2012


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Poetry


Suggested by: DoveThunder
Featured by: Carmalain7
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the black sea by gogocherryrose

Suggester: "The imagery alone would be enough,
but this poem is so elegant, so poignant in its meaning,
that I don't see any way it could get better."


Suggested by The Favorites Project of LITplease
Featured by: LadyofGaerdon
Girl, Reincarnated.Perhaps in a past life you were made of ink,
your eyes speckled like blotting paper,
complexion smooth as parchment.
And maybe your voice was storm cloud rolling
because I see your words
and they fill my heart with rain,
not the heavy kind that revels
in punching holes in butterfly wings but rather
the mist that paints the dew and
leaves the sky beautifully grey.
At the very least your soul was a mourning dove,
as there's a lilting sorrow in your words
that the air carries like a melody,
were I to speak them aloud
I would sing, hoping that my voice wouldn't shake
with your weeping.
"Girl, Reincarnated." by callerofcrows

Soft, lilting and thick with longing,
callerofcrows weaves words of
delicate, shimmering beauty.


Featured by: spoems
The Mustard Seed Ministries and Youth CenterA single, simple thought,
yellowing with age,
swallowed subdermally
and taken, by some
mysterious mental mechanics
or dark-age wizardry,
to heart,
contains enough toxins
to kill the simpering soul within.
The Mustard Seed Ministries and Youth Center by Seamus-Elle

A poem that provides a glimpse of the inner
distillery of our consciousness, and how easily
the balance of our subtle chemistry can be thwarted.



Prose


Featured by doodlerTM
WanderlustMilo dreams of caves; hundreds of thousands of seemingly endless feet, yards, miles of tunnels that twist and fold into each other like a frayed ball of string. Sunlight doesn't reach the caves, they are cold and dark as an abandoned tomb and even the air breathes thicker as mushroom clouds of dust fall from the ceiling and rise from the floor. The overwhelming feeling is of being buried alive and Milo wishes to beat on the coffin and beg for his freedom. The ceiling is too high to reach though, and rather than silence his cries are met by a cacophonous chorus of his own echoing voice. Milo turns on the spot but fails to choose a direction; all the tunnels stretch on in the same desolate brown making it impossible to differentiate not only path from path but, Milo thinks uncomfortably, motion from stillness. He does walk, though, if only out of fear he will become part of the cave itself if he stands any longer.
As he walks Milo runs his fingers along the cave walls leaving a breadcrum
Wanderlust by Raaawrli

With an irresistible hook sentence,
"Wanderlust" proves to be an intriguing and
imagery-filled flash fiction piece.


Featured by doodlerTM
The First LifelineThe wrinkles on my great-grandmother's face seemed to be from the weight of her ancestors' state of devastation and despair from hundreds of years ago. In fact, if you googled a picture of a Native American woman who traveled the "Trail of Tears," you may think she somehow managed to time travel. Her toothless smile rarely showed for objects or people who were supposed to make her laugh. Her crinkled lips would only curl into that adorable grin only if someone in the room showed their ignorance. With frail legs ruined by arthritis that has plagued her bloodline for many of generations, she still found a way to  walk leisurely around the world without ever lifting her feet – her mind. My great-grandmother was a pure genius in her own right. She may have not received a public education past what we call middle school today, but yet she somehow managed to outsmart almost everyone in our family. She met no competition -- at least none until I was old enough to challenge her
The First Lifeline by simplyfeel

A heartfelt story about a special
person who inspired the author to keep
her passion for reading and writing.




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