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April 11, 2013
The imagery in Counting the Rings by `jade-pandora "draws the reader into the depths of human nature" (suggester's words).
Featured by neurotype-on-discord
Suggested by Dr-Vergissmeinnicht
Literature Text
i
near my sick bed
he murmurs of how he's crumbling
but I'm still here
I've fought so long, I'm here
for a while I trust
I believe this, I must
even when it's bad, because
his faith alone is not enough
my random thoughts of how long
I have, and his thoughts of
"will she be able to outlive me" -
even at moments like this
it happens that
we hold on and speak of a future
ii
rolling restless this early morn'
you exhausted and I
drying up from a virus
spying through the shredding
of 250-thread count bedding,
between the hillocks of your shoulders
we never can sleep
in anticipation for what's to come
to plant the seed and watch it grow
though we will never see it bloom
for all the other things we know
and live beyond that fertile past
of what we did and what we'll do
as sleep will still not come to us
close apart, we dare not fall
from the tree that burns in season
counting the rings of our poetry
iii
the moon has set,
I wake in the dark
to the rush of wind
I hear him rinsing off
in the basin,
we fall asleep before dawn
near my sick bed
he murmurs of how he's crumbling
but I'm still here
I've fought so long, I'm here
for a while I trust
I believe this, I must
even when it's bad, because
his faith alone is not enough
my random thoughts of how long
I have, and his thoughts of
"will she be able to outlive me" -
even at moments like this
it happens that
we hold on and speak of a future
ii
rolling restless this early morn'
you exhausted and I
drying up from a virus
spying through the shredding
of 250-thread count bedding,
between the hillocks of your shoulders
we never can sleep
in anticipation for what's to come
to plant the seed and watch it grow
though we will never see it bloom
for all the other things we know
and live beyond that fertile past
of what we did and what we'll do
as sleep will still not come to us
close apart, we dare not fall
from the tree that burns in season
counting the rings of our poetry
iii
the moon has set,
I wake in the dark
to the rush of wind
I hear him rinsing off
in the basin,
we fall asleep before dawn
Literature
Waiting
We are still waiting for the thunder from the distant stars,
The echo of mortality,
the whispers of a storm, half-remembered,
in sepia-coloured hallways in buildings that smell like books.
Time gets slow in waiting,
ghosts are formed from the wanting,
taking shape in the spaces where sunlight,
or moonlight doesn't touch.
The stars shake from the vibration,
and the ghosts shimmer in anticipation,
but we can't hear your voice in the dead of the night.
Literature
Dreamers
She reminds me that she's a dreamer
Her right hand delicately grips a pencil
as she's working equations on a TI-89 with her left
She looks up at me and smiles,
and there are stars, meteors,
spanning across the cosmos of her expression
her countenance reminds me to look up at the chalkboard
that's attempting to teach me how
to make verses sing from pages in a plain 8 by 11 notebook
and I am only armed with
a .7 pencil and a purple pen,
stolen from my older sister's pencil pouch
My hands are inches away from hers
from the desks side by side
like cars parallel parked on a side road
her equations confuse me
until she flips the
Literature
alannah
lilting clouds in your glass of cabernet
are imagined weather conversations
with people you used to know,
used to know pretty well and
whether you should have left
the way that you did
all carpet bags and old clothes
the fog funneled through
holes in the train windows like
burned down cigarettes
uneven
you light your own and think
remembering is muscle
stretched taut over bone
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February Triple Feature2014 ATTITUDE OF GRATITUDE CONTEST WINNERS
the-haiku-club's 2014 Attitude of Gratitude Contest winners have been announced! As a prize, I owe them all a feature. So what I'm gonna do is dedicate this month's First Weekend Feature to them. (It's almost the weekend, right?)
Tying for first place are somnomollior and timeraider, while jade-pandora claims the third place spot.
somnomollior, or Cat White, won with her Untitled gratitude choka, "a bittersweet memory in a vivid, finely-described setting, with a hopeful vibe amidst the pain":
This was truly a pleasure to read, as is much of Cat's other work. A ten-year veteran of dA, Cat has an extensive
04/11/13: A Daily Deviation! What an honor for me, that this particular poem was suggested by :devDr-Vergissmeinnicht:, and featured by our venerated neurotype
03/15/13: Featured here dreamsinstatic.deviantart.com/…
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I'm simply staggered by the incredibly spellbinding flow and visuals of this. Bwah. I don't even know what else to say, other than I'm really glad I watched you.