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

[cosetteferaud.livejournal.com]

That’s a beautiful poem, Jen. I am totally biased, I know, but this poem screams Kara to me, it reminds me the way she tries to reach for hope, happiness... love? over and over, despite her deep-rooted belief that her love is poisonous. Maybe this half-remembered thing that makes her whole is the night she spent with Lee on New Caprica, that only time she allowed herself some happiness...

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

Wow. And this made me think of Kara's choice to leave Lee and marry Anders. It changed everything between them and, maybe, it was their point of no return. But I love that despite all the pain they inflicted upon each other and the mess they made of things, pilots always were hopeful, in a way, they could never let go and kept on trying.

[ecstaticdance.livejournal.com]

they could never let go and kept on trying.

This is very true. No matter what happened, they could never just walk away.