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Daily Deviation
January 27, 2013
The Sculptor by *somnomollior Growth as an artist is important, especially when you can notice how far you have come.
Featured by BeccaJS
Suggested by LiliWrites
Literature Text
Before he would have harvested a tree,
hacked off its limbs,
skinned it,
torn it from the earth,
shaved one by one its cells - its outer core,
until it was what he believed it was,
no more a tree.
Wiser, he walks deep in to the wood,
underneath a forest giant he stops,
looks up in to the leafy branches, sighs,
climbs and sheds his tears upon its boughs.
hacked off its limbs,
skinned it,
torn it from the earth,
shaved one by one its cells - its outer core,
until it was what he believed it was,
no more a tree.
Wiser, he walks deep in to the wood,
underneath a forest giant he stops,
looks up in to the leafy branches, sighs,
climbs and sheds his tears upon its boughs.
Literature
plumbum
she has a heart of gold
and she, a heart of lead
and she, a heart of uranium.
and they go walking sometimes, the three of them.
gold is confident in her worth,
untarnishable
bought and sold and bought and sold
the virgin whore
and lead behind,
heart heavy in her chest
guilt from bullets
and pride from pipes
and anxiety from irreparable brain damage
and somewhere off to the side treads uranium,
tumors growing,
white skin glowing,
thin frame for a dense core.
Literature
Shadows of Whales
What I wanted to say was that I remembered the clouds,
that I watched them paint shadows across the ground,
giant birds of prey gliding across the aether - whales,
lost in a different sea, to float
white and pregnant
with all the sounds of things; thundering out
threats of the sky, sounds full of fury
and the disease that catches you off guard
"Open your door. I must come in."
what I wanted to say was that the echoes are the same
that the pulses of sound are just pieces of the original
instead of slightly dimmer copies
every one a herald
of the silence, soon to come.
I wanted to say things that, maybe, you'd listen to -
that sort of alab
Literature
A Parenthesis
You were (a parenthesis, that paused
the daily, mundane stuff
of life;
a bundled breath
of fresh joy,
and borne in the wonder
of love.
Gasping and grasping,
'til in quiet you laid
still;
and I, my Child,
lie in quiet, still
tears).
And now, that is all you are,
and still so much more.
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I feel my poetry has improved since I first joined DA (I am not talking about this poem but my poetry in general). This poem is about the process of creating and how I have learned that less can be more.
I took my friends on a treasure hunt and I showed them nature alone, they were disappointed. Here are my bare hands, unadorned, and now you tell me it was the clothes and jewels I used to wear that you loved, not me.
Here is a tree, unadorned. It may be deformed and ugly, but it is a tree. I hope you get the message, friends.
I took my friends on a treasure hunt and I showed them nature alone, they were disappointed. Here are my bare hands, unadorned, and now you tell me it was the clothes and jewels I used to wear that you loved, not me.
Here is a tree, unadorned. It may be deformed and ugly, but it is a tree. I hope you get the message, friends.
© 2011 - 2024 somnomollior
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