Daily Pilots Post: What The Muse Wants...
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no_takebacksI 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.
~~~~~~
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.
~~~~~~
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.
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Jumping on the angsty limerick bandwagon
Date: 2010-04-25 01:29 am (UTC)Kara:
She taught nuggets, and Zak was the worst.
In the cockpit, she thought he was cursed.
But in romance he soared,
with a grin she adored,
so she fell for the wrong brother first.
Lee:
As a kid, his Dad’s absences made
it clear ‘loving’ meant being betrayed.
But he found his own voice,
Tried to make his own choice,
Yet the woman he chose never stayed.
Kara & Lee:
Lee Adama was fun to annoy;
Kara taunted and haunted the boy,
Picking fights every second
Till finally they reckoned
Their combat was truly their joy.
Re: Jumping on the angsty limerick bandwagon
Date: 2010-04-25 01:49 am (UTC)Kara taunted and haunted the boy,
Picking fights every second
Till finally they reckoned
Their combat was truly their joy.
WIN!
Re: Jumping on the angsty limerick bandwagon
Date: 2010-04-25 02:03 am (UTC)Re: Jumping on the angsty limerick bandwagon
Date: 2010-04-25 02:14 am (UTC)