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Daily Deviation
June 24, 2008
It's hard to write a good nature poem these days, but `ignite does not seem to suffer any troubles in this area. 44443890 is an economical poem that is strong in imagery and rich in landscape.
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Literature Text
a country road
is splotched and bruised
with autumn slush,
the remains are warm
and simmer patiently -
in the distance,
a cluster of geese
hesitate
to cross.
is splotched and bruised
with autumn slush,
the remains are warm
and simmer patiently -
in the distance,
a cluster of geese
hesitate
to cross.
Literature
Vagrant Hearts
Ah... the reflection in your eyes
Play across your skin
As your shivering hand reaches out...
Love fades into the sky
Another broken window
Another strip of film
But every night I still see you there
Lying in the tide
Foam rolling silently up legs bare
Are you wishing it pulls you away...?
Now you become the silken sand
Now you are the waves tenderly drowning
Under my stars, forever
Bated breaths into our fire we feed
Singeing flesh, sinking deep
Vagrant hearts
Wandering through ashen night
Sweat glistened memories
Or desires that one day might...
Possessed of us, behind closed doors
I'll be under your thoughts, forever
T
Literature
The Tempo
A while back a colleague of mine brought up in a conversation that somewhere in the world someone dies with every second that passes by. On the other side of that coin, he said, every second someone is born. He said it so matter-of-factly, as though it made perfect sense that there be some sort of universal scale of grief and happiness, life and death. I don’t know for sure that what he said was true, but today there’s two particular seconds I can’t seem to get off my mind.
I used to have this business associate by the name of James Silver. He was pretty young to be as far along as he was. I can’t honestly say that he h
Literature
Raskol
Our son and his wife sleep in separate rooms. They are painted the same colour and bear identical scars but are separated by a hall so long that by the time I walk from one end to the other, I am too tired to compare and know what is different.
That is the convenience of an oversized house, I think, that we did not have in our small one-room apartment—they never have to see each other’s faces. You remember the nights when we were given no choice but to lie next to each other, against the hard corner, when we were seething in each other’s anger. How wonderful it might have been to stare at a blank wall, letting the heat of our
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comments appreciated - i know it's short, but i'd still like suggestions if anyone has any.
edit: 4th/5th lines change
edit: 4th/5th lines change
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Whoa... Its length is perfect, and the imagery is so simple but all at the same time amazing!