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DLD to DD November 18^th, 2011

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Every so often a DLD is featured as a Literature Daily Deviation and displayed on the deviant ART front page. We would like to give special recognition to those that have received this honor. We would like you to revisit their work, enjoy the pieces and congratulate the artists. Please comment and the features!

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Sssorry

Received DD on June 13th, 2011
_{Originally Featured by: spoems}
CorvusAt times I've seen you as blue-black
liquid scouring  moss-green rocks, or
the cold shock of April's glaze clinging
to windowpanes, but you are the sweat
of a raven spilling over a fresh-tilled field.
I feel you soaring, circling, hear the scrape
of your wet wings raking across my lips,
taste the metal rasp of  laughter and pray
you will land, if only for an instant,
upon my outstretched  limb.
"Corvus" by Sssorry

_{This poem constitutes an expressive pallet
of sensual experiences to describe the essence
of a thing.  And afterward, we feel a symbiosis
with this ebon muse, one that seems to go far
beyond those senses, allowing us to travel along
in the shadow of its flight.}

QuiEstInLiteris

Received DD on June 15th, 2011
_{Originally Featured by: damina}
Swing BandPlay your trumpets louder, boys -
Let's hear that trombone sound.
You're gettin' paid to make some noise;
The dames are crowdin' 'round.
The chaps have finished sippin' gin
And now it's time to dance.
They want a tune to dip and spin
And kick up some romance.
A young thing needs a break at night
From white barrage balloons,
From broadcasts, blackout drapes, cordite,
Junkers across the moon.
The music's really pickin' up.
The piano's lost a string.
There's no one in a smoky club
But loves a chance to swing.
It's hard to hear the sirens wail -
The saxophone is grand -
For death is sorry, weak and pale
But life's a big swing band.
"Swing Band" by QuiEstInLiteris

_{The suggester said, "It [the poem] has a radiant,
rare infectiousness--the progression reminds me of a
large, enthusiastic dance." Be prepared to put on some
big band albums after reading; the imagery and rhythm
will drive you to swing.}

i-am-a-bridgewalker

Received DD on June 23rd, 2011
_{Originally Featured by: bowie-loon123}

"my sacrament" by i-am-a-bridgewalker

_{The suggester commented that
"This quiet subtly gets us into
stillness--I especially adore the
uneven (in a great way) progression.
The images are shaped so raw yet with
some metal-hard edges." I firmly agree.}


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