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December 23, 2013
The Necklace by *WeirdAndLovely is, as the suggester says, a "heart-warming piece of poetry".
This deviation was also suggested by ithaswhatitisnt and aeromodo
Featured by DorianHarper
Suggested by CupofCharlie
Literature Text
Cliché Hallmark cards
Always start the waterworks.
Even at crowded restaurants.
To know.... it's a piece,
Of my Mommy Jean
Shaking, beaming, crying
As that slim white gold clasp
click... for the first time.
A feather's weight
Instantly at home on my collarbone.
Slit-eyes red and swollen
That pendant-spot between my breasts
Scratched and red
From shaking hands,
Grasping for anything to ground me.
Tremblingly closing that slim white gold clasp
click echoing with tears
And down the hallway,
To my last door on the right
Dropping it and a gasp
Hands immediately undoing
the circular clasp at my neck
Frantically grabbing the chain on my dresser
Breathing slowing as the heavier chain,
But lighter pendant comes to a rest
click and my breathing becomes regular
Sighing as I flop into bed. Home.
Sighing nervously,
Self-consciously smoothing the white lace
Eyes drifting to a picture in the mirror
A beautiful black-and-white
Of a laughing beauty
"Four generations, beautiful." Mom says gently
Eyebrows gathering in confusion
Her soft footsteps behind me
click smiling, knowingly
Four generations of love and legacy.
Gentle touches across my skin
Eyes fluttering open to a smiling face
“I love watching you sleep”
Slowly nodding, snuggling back into our bed
Fading back into slumber…
Dreaming of diamonds
Nestled in obsidian gold
Only to be ‘roused by a kiss to my cheek,
click of the ebony metal
“A new ritual, my wife.”
A gorgeous princess,
On the eve of her Sweet Sixteen
Beaming up at him
“I’m so proud of you”
Brushing her hair from her neck
“And I know she would be too.”
Then laying a tender kiss to her temple
click of the vintage white gold clasp
“Six generations, my little lovely lady.”
Always start the waterworks.
Even at crowded restaurants.
To know.... it's a piece,
Of my Mommy Jean
Shaking, beaming, crying
As that slim white gold clasp
click... for the first time.
A feather's weight
Instantly at home on my collarbone.
***Fast-forward***
Hiccup-sobbingSlit-eyes red and swollen
That pendant-spot between my breasts
Scratched and red
From shaking hands,
Grasping for anything to ground me.
Tremblingly closing that slim white gold clasp
click echoing with tears
***Fast-forward***
Heaving my duffel up my stepsAnd down the hallway,
To my last door on the right
Dropping it and a gasp
Hands immediately undoing
the circular clasp at my neck
Frantically grabbing the chain on my dresser
Breathing slowing as the heavier chain,
But lighter pendant comes to a rest
click and my breathing becomes regular
Sighing as I flop into bed. Home.
***Fast-forward***
Sighing nervously,
Self-consciously smoothing the white lace
Eyes drifting to a picture in the mirror
A beautiful black-and-white
Of a laughing beauty
"Four generations, beautiful." Mom says gently
Eyebrows gathering in confusion
Her soft footsteps behind me
click smiling, knowingly
Four generations of love and legacy.
***Fast-forward***
Gentle touches across my skin
Eyes fluttering open to a smiling face
“I love watching you sleep”
Slowly nodding, snuggling back into our bed
Fading back into slumber…
Dreaming of diamonds
Nestled in obsidian gold
Only to be ‘roused by a kiss to my cheek,
click of the ebony metal
“A new ritual, my wife.”
***Fast-forward***
A gorgeous princess,
On the eve of her Sweet Sixteen
Beaming up at him
“I’m so proud of you”
Brushing her hair from her neck
“And I know she would be too.”
Then laying a tender kiss to her temple
click of the vintage white gold clasp
“Six generations, my little lovely lady.”
Literature
Glass Half Full
We have a new cat now.
She streaks through the house
and sleeps in your old beds,
watching me from the rocking chair
as I habitually seek you out.
She's sweeter than you--
she sits in my lap
and plays with my fingers,
doll-faced and docile
against your angular independence.
I still search for you
amongst the cracks in my heart
as you slip like sand
deeper into the dark recesses
of my faulty memories.
I am always afraid
that my tears will ruin the circuitry
through which I access
our sunny afternoons and quiet nights,
and you will slip beyond me.
I did not hope for an afterlife
until I ran my fingers through your cold fur,
and understood
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Malnoir
Malnoir
It is very possible, as humans, to lose ourselves in a good book. It happens randomly, and can occur on the first page or the last, and often times breaking out of the hypnotic trance is near impossible. It’s an addiction of sorts, reading, and it’s also the greatest talent than mankind has every developed. But nowadays, as my body begins to give out from age and I find myself cooped in my apartment, reading to pass the time, I often wonder if the books can lose themselves in us. As we read them they stare back at us and watch and think and ponder and admire the human form. But we often find ourselves too enthralled to n
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the split the spread the thread
you were standing in the lamplight with all the grace and incident of the black sea
and i sat with a scrape of skin pressing into the carpet uncomfortably.
a shift of light moved us quietly into arms, some forgotten touch newly placed.
the only stirring in all the world was the moving of our chests
which at their crests would touch—a faithful mythology of meeting.
titular gestures carried italics and lost their momentum mid-air.
we were xerics of this arid landscape brimmed with sea air.
the shifts of light moving our bodies glared ceremoniously,
our puckering sensations forming a stunning tear.
we danced as statues with flesh a
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Here it is! My epic. Epic narrative that is. I hope you all like it!
This piece was featured as Daily Literature Deviation's Pick of the Day (link here: fav.me/d6x5pfx) on 12/8/2013. I'm so proud of it!
Update: This was featured as a DAILY DEVIATION on 12/23/2013, my FIRST DD EVER. Thank you, everyone.
This piece was featured as Daily Literature Deviation's Pick of the Day (link here: fav.me/d6x5pfx) on 12/8/2013. I'm so proud of it!
Update: This was featured as a DAILY DEVIATION on 12/23/2013, my FIRST DD EVER. Thank you, everyone.
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