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Daily Deviation
Daily Deviation
November 29, 2012
Lingerie by ~SurrealCachinnation
Featured by Nichrysalis
Suggested by AzizrianDaoXrak
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Literature Text
Every woman owns one garment
that remains tucked away,
saved for special occasions
when it will be seen.
It is almost always midnight
black, or blood red, and
covered in lace, or made
of mesh, soft and delicate
as the skin it covers.
Such things should be hidden,
lest the owner be labeled
as something other than "lady."
It has a power we can't
control, one that transforms
denim and cotton clad
ragdolls into Barbies,
perfectly proportioned plastic,
smooth and flawless hourglasses
that turn on command.
We groan and flinch
as satin strings pull us
apart and together,
and heartstrings are plucked
as we scrutinize our reflection;
we are not diamonds
with perfect exteriors--
we are fractured, as we
realize hourglasses can be exchanged
for quartz watches that are
faster, more convenient,
incapable of failure
made by the obsolete.
that remains tucked away,
saved for special occasions
when it will be seen.
It is almost always midnight
black, or blood red, and
covered in lace, or made
of mesh, soft and delicate
as the skin it covers.
Such things should be hidden,
lest the owner be labeled
as something other than "lady."
It has a power we can't
control, one that transforms
denim and cotton clad
ragdolls into Barbies,
perfectly proportioned plastic,
smooth and flawless hourglasses
that turn on command.
We groan and flinch
as satin strings pull us
apart and together,
and heartstrings are plucked
as we scrutinize our reflection;
we are not diamonds
with perfect exteriors--
we are fractured, as we
realize hourglasses can be exchanged
for quartz watches that are
faster, more convenient,
incapable of failure
made by the obsolete.
Literature
bed
It's a stabbing sight
Letting in the morning with a crack of the shades
And you forget you could page-turn horizons
Waft through free territory
Where acres are just beds
Made of fresh land
Wrinkles in the river
Tell remembered times
About old languages that could make you cry
About soft beds that carve away canyons
A speaking voice lifted from the earth
Begging you to remember
Literature
Continental Drift
I suppose you call this time fall.
It’s always autumn to me. Your alien mind
likes to speak in a distorted tongue.
And when we see the spinning leaves
drifting down an eggshell sky
I catch oak, and your hands are empty.
There half the houses stand empty,
you say as you watch rain fall.
There the world is bigger than the sky,
with room for my restless mind.
I know you pine for maple leaves,
for bittersweet syrup on your tongue.
The words are waiting to leave your tongue.
This land is small and your heart is empty.
That’s why everyone ups and leaves.
This place is paradise after the fall,
There you can be naked. No one would mind
Literature
Euphrosyne
dawn.
legs splash from milky sheets.
she rises from the bed like a wave
and crests, just before bare feet touch wood
and fog crawls across the mirror.
midmorning.
footsteps leave damp prints on the floor.
she sings in muted tendrils that float through
hollow rooms.
the sun dries her hair with copper fingers.
noon.
the shadows bunch beneath her feet
and she tosses them across the sky-
painting clouds over the staring sun.
mile-long legs stretch across the world
and she
makes love to the hand-me-down earth.
afternoon.
her quickened breath becomes the wind
and sails ships across the seven seas.
dusk.
when the sun grows w
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An assignment, inspired by The White Dress by Lynn Emanuel.
Edited 11/28/12
(Hopefully) Final Edit 12/2/12
Original version read aloud by the talented =SilverInkblot : [link]
Featured by DailyLitDeviations: [link]
Thank you to =SilverInkblot for suggesting my piece, and to =DrippingWords for featuring it!
Daily Deviation?!
OH. MY. GOD. Was this ever a pleasant surprise. I'm speechless.
Thank you so, so, so much to =AzizrianDaoXrak for suggesting and ^NicSwaner for featuring!
Edited 11/28/12
Original version read aloud by the talented =SilverInkblot : [link]
Featured by DailyLitDeviations: [link]
Thank you to =SilverInkblot for suggesting my piece, and to =DrippingWords for featuring it!
Daily Deviation?!
OH. MY. GOD. Was this ever a pleasant surprise. I'm speechless.
Thank you so, so, so much to =AzizrianDaoXrak for suggesting and ^NicSwaner for featuring!
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But an hour glass is more reliable than a watch, and though it may not keep time perfectly, or be fast, it will always be there. And that is more important.