Daily Pilots Post: What The Muse Wants...

[ecstaticdance.livejournal.com]

I was going to do a round-robin fic, then a poem line got stuck in my head, and now I need to find out where it's going.  Witness with me...





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She stands alone on a forgotten shore,
reaching for something half-remembered,
something that makes her whole.

The music of silence washes over her,
reminding her of a dance she never learned,
a game that was played with teeth and nails.

Salt-tear waves wash over her body,
bathing her in the light that is emotion,
her heart mended by close-held pain.

Hope is the cruelest forgiveness,
some things must change everything,
sometimes there is no way back.

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Your turn!  Write your own poem/snippet, speculate on what my muse may have been getting at/coming from, critique this piece, make artwork to go with it, quote something from your nearest textbook that may or may not apply, post whatever the spirit moves you to post.  Happy Saturday.

Comments

[ninjamonkey73.livejournal.com]

So beautiful! A poem... Let's see...

Awakening
In the quiet of the night cycle,
Lying in her rack, alone,
It all makes a simple kind of sense,
She and he.

There is no fear,
Just his face when she closes her eyes,
And an overwhelming longing,
To touch, to be caressed, to mark him as hers.

If only she could hold on,
Bottle the feeling and drink deep of it,
When the actual presence of him breaks the spell,
And her head betrays her heart in panic.

They seem destined, she thinks bitterly,
To dance this dance,
To waste what time they have, circling,
Never on the same page at the same time.

She could go to him,
Crawl into his rack and silence him with her lips,
Go now, while the fear is at bay,
And let the heat of the moment carry them past the doubts.

It has all happened before,
It will all happen again,
And she can't help but wonder,
Will she ever come to terms with what scares her in his eyes?

Absolute trust, so easily broken,
Undying love and devotion, so easily betrayed,
Mistakes made in the day to day,
His heart so dangerously clasped in her fist.

To save him is to sacrifice herself,
Block out the need, the visceral desire,
Push with hands and words and hurtful actions,
Hurt him in small measures and maybe put his heart back in his chest.

She rises, done with thinking,
His rack mere feet away, a constant lure,
And finds him awake,
Unsurprised when she climbs into his rack.

He's been waiting,
Waiting for her to come to terms,
Waiting for the fear to subside, enough,
And the kiss chases away the demons, for now.

[ecstaticdance.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

And your poem is lovely, too. Poor Lee. He always was waiting, and she never managed to come to him at quite the right time, did she?

[rdave1.livejournal.com]

Beautiful! It bought tears in my eyes. Oh pilots. They really weren't doomed to go in circles but somehow they just couldn't break the cycle.

[rachelindeed.livejournal.com]

That was lovely. Thanks so much for sharing :)