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devohoneybee at 09:10am on 07/05/2011
devohoneybee at 09:10am on 07/05/2011prompt me and I'll write you a poem.
fannish or non -- if non-fannish, a theme would be nice.
today's poem:
Late to the party
I come
when mostly empty bottles line the wall
and someone's fidgeting with the sound
and the remnant of something scandalous
is in the air
and one guest, or four, lies curled in a corner
or an overstuffed chair
with a satisfied look on her face
and someone is gently stroking
another one's head
who is looking back with tilted gaze
calmly curious
about what comes
next
fannish or non -- if non-fannish, a theme would be nice.
today's poem:
Late to the party
I come
when mostly empty bottles line the wall
and someone's fidgeting with the sound
and the remnant of something scandalous
is in the air
and one guest, or four, lies curled in a corner
or an overstuffed chair
with a satisfied look on her face
and someone is gently stroking
another one's head
who is looking back with tilted gaze
calmly curious
about what comes
next
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I've been there! Lovely poem.
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And if you want to prompt me back, I will attempt one for you.
Spring, for lferion
for the artless grace with which
the tiny green leaf unfurls,
for the cleansing of the rains,
for the nuanced gradation of light
into something tender and delicate.
His rebirth is a more cruel preposition.
Life skewers him like a spear,
piths him on the spike
of awakening. Rends him with life,
until he is weary and dissolute.
Still, he'll take it.
Every time.
Re: Spring, for lferion
I shall have to give a little thought to yours :-)
Re: Spring, for lferion
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for Luminosity -- "Trust"
how these atoms, the atoms of the air
you breathe, wetly, into me,
were forged
in the fires of creation
in some galaxy before this
before the last reboot
of everything
i don't want to know, now,
how, spiraling
through all narrative and time,
human desire emerged,
and what its place is
in the larger scheme of things
i only want
your breath inside me.
not the jewel of understanding
but your voice
low and rumbling
as it penetrates
my skin