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March 23, 2011
a tongue of tea leaves by ~deathforgets weaves a wonderful character description through flowing imagery and a lovely twist at the end.
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she has spoken with a tongue of tea leaves
the autumn pied piper
across discarded beer bottles
plays to the phantoms
of summer
the wind, her dusky eyes
a twinge to her rouged lips
rouge, and ragged
her nail polish sparkles
little asteroids glitter
like Orion's belt
she has three places, out of time
three droplets of crystal
the crystalline
she, with her tongue of fortunes
the divine, prediction, prey and predator
she's counting courtship flowers
the tolling bells
among absinthe and aromatic rings
the nettle and bee stings
so that between chances
she whispers and listens
the pied piper dances
and she has collected
sea shells from his twisting waves
destiny is mistaken - it's not tea leaves
or placards
she, an atoll before hypocrisy
drinks not tea, but coffee
the autumn pied piper
across discarded beer bottles
plays to the phantoms
of summer
the wind, her dusky eyes
a twinge to her rouged lips
rouge, and ragged
her nail polish sparkles
little asteroids glitter
like Orion's belt
she has three places, out of time
three droplets of crystal
the crystalline
she, with her tongue of fortunes
the divine, prediction, prey and predator
she's counting courtship flowers
the tolling bells
among absinthe and aromatic rings
the nettle and bee stings
so that between chances
she whispers and listens
the pied piper dances
and she has collected
sea shells from his twisting waves
destiny is mistaken - it's not tea leaves
or placards
she, an atoll before hypocrisy
drinks not tea, but coffee
Literature
Where Only I am Present
I tread along the rain-worn streets
Of urban sprawls whose dwellers sleep
In pied quilts or a lover's fold,
Minds filled with easy, pleasant dreams.
Within the hour, young and old
Will rise for what the day might hold,
With vigor’s kiss on beating breasts,
To ward from winter's ice and cold.
The maples bow to winds' duress -
Adorned in frost, their Sunday best;
Though as for snow upon the ground,
Such sparsity does ill impress.
I cleave my path without a sound,
As if to shore the magic wound
Throughout the city's empty sweep
Where only I am present bound.
Literature
Rooibos
If under mulch she sang a rotten
wood-like note with quiver
Nostalgic for her days alive
Surely they could forgive her
Most days it's quiet (these days it's cold)
Her bones observe the soil
But Spring is pulsing warm and gold
Teasing memories to boil
Like heated milk the liquid smell
of evening drips in branches
A honeybee who suffocates
falls near her musing ashes
"Is it wine or light strawberry?"
She asks him of the sky
Though his dead ears don't hear her query
The answer is "Like dye"
Just under mulch I hear a rotten
wood-like note with quiver
Flushing young in days alive
Of course I can f
Literature
things i've yet to tell you.
i. last night i woke up just in time
to pronounce myself dead.
i figured, at the very least
i deserve to say it first.
i figure i've earned that much.
instant death- or
death in an instant-
allegedly painless.
they try to tell you
earnestly
"she never felt a thing"
ii. ryan,
remember that
your heart beats until it doe
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For my mouse, ~gomt, whose presence as my eternal and permanent muse inspired this piece three years ago.
I woke up this morning (2011, March 23) and logged into dA to discover the profound honor of having received a daily deviation for this piece. Such attention is most surprising and humbling. I am most grateful to the staff of dA for continuing to retain this wonderful social network/artist community, overwhelmed by the wonderful ^Halatia for choosing my creation for such a place of prominent public display, and most of all:
I am modestly honored by each and every one of who who has read or will read my creation. Whether you extend beyond this piece and go through my gallery, or you are motivated to devwatch me, or you simply read this one piece and move onward without interacting with my words - I thank you for taking a moment to see my artistic expression.
Thank you, and I wish you all a wonderful day.
I woke up this morning (2011, March 23) and logged into dA to discover the profound honor of having received a daily deviation for this piece. Such attention is most surprising and humbling. I am most grateful to the staff of dA for continuing to retain this wonderful social network/artist community, overwhelmed by the wonderful ^Halatia for choosing my creation for such a place of prominent public display, and most of all:
I am modestly honored by each and every one of who who has read or will read my creation. Whether you extend beyond this piece and go through my gallery, or you are motivated to devwatch me, or you simply read this one piece and move onward without interacting with my words - I thank you for taking a moment to see my artistic expression.
Thank you, and I wish you all a wonderful day.
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This is a beautiful, beautiful piece.