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The Topic of the Day is: Monday, September 17, 2007 | |
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So, this week's theme for Poetry was Controlling Metaphor/Subtext; and it helped me put out three poems, to be edited. fwee. ------this is the one I ultimately submitted for editing------ Trappings I thought at first that she was an angel Those wings softly folding out from her shoulder blades, Disappearing along the curvature of her spine. Then I found the bones of tiny things Under her chair one morning after breakfast. She didn't look abashed, just raked me with her eyes. It took one glance, fierce, burning, to make My own frame seem hollow and fragile. She made a hollow on my bed, twisted the sheets Over her ears. Pulled feathers from her breast, One gray-black tuft after another tucked between Our two worlds, her sleeping form, and mine. We walked in public once. Watched happy children playing hopscotch in the park. When I saw how she traced sparrows in bushes, How that glance cut across the hot blue arc of sky, I dropped her hand And watched her go. ---------this is the one I like the least. I'm not sure why---- You Could Hear Them for Miles Before You Knew It was There Yesterday you shut the kitchen window against the screaming birds before you left, so I was alone when the hawk came down, and all was quiet. I watched their little deaths framed behind the glass screen, sipped porcelain-cold coffee as the feathers flew. They fled to bushes, circled against the black wet trees. I though I could hear them scolding, crying, but it was only the echoes left in the closed house: creaking floorboards, shifting, unsettled beams, the words we had said last night engrained in already storm-damaged boards. While the hawk was eating, all the birds in the bushes took flight, flecks of ash whirling on the wind, fading into a gray sky, leaving me behind. -----This is the first one I wrote--------- Falling Star Yesterday I watched a falling star whisper itself out in amber strings under a midnight sky, smolder tiny in each bead of dew. My stuttering breath made smoke signals, the crackle of leaves muttered in code. I wanted to speak, to snatch that ember from its blackened hearth; To forget, for a moment, the scorched fingers of childhood lessons and the bone-weariness of tomorrow's work. But I had no words more, nothing that was not said in the snap and hiss of stellar rime boiling under our alien sky. I blinked and in the unexplored place behind my eyelids, it was gone. feedback, kplzthx *laughs* |
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***Tbook1 (Time and Chaos, needs a new name, needs to be edited) ***Book of Sun (Just needs to be edited. Tis a Nano novel) ***Book of Whispers part 1 (Does not jive at all with part 2; needs to be rewritten to fit and to have less suckage) ***Book of Whispers part 2 (Needs some rehaul editing, needs some loose ends tied up, needs to fit) ***Book of Whispers part 3 (Needs to be finished... then needs to die o.o Not sure if I need a third part in the series) ***Dium's Story (Needs a point, progress, anything... needs to be integrated into Tbook1, since that is what it is a part of, mainly) ***Trio Story with Jackie and Louise (Maybe we should get together and work on this, guys) ***Demon Story (This is working out pretty good so far. I like the plot, it's a bit convoluted, and the characters are interesting) ***New Witch Story (It's only 30 pages long, dang) ***Dragon's Voices (This has SO much potential! wee!) | |
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