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Not poetry. Gasp, shock.
I feel like I owe people an apology for not posting, not keeping in contact, and suchlike. But I also know that I don't owe anyone such an apology. This blog is kept sort of at will, and I haven't had much of that for the past year or so ( Read more... ) -
And now, for something completely different.
My friend says ( Read more... ) -
More drafts.
Changed lines are in italics.
Draft 3
My lover's hair has waves as the ocean
It slides like water upon the sand
Upon the sheets in an unending motion.
But as she sleeps, the caressing hand
Maneuvering in the waves like a ship
Lost in a vast sea of darkening curls
As if the fingers would begin a trip
Loosening the hair into whirls
Showing the ( Read more... ) -
Poetry/sonnet returns.
Changed lines are in italics.
Draft 2.
My lover's hair has waves as the ocean
It slides like water upon the sand
Upon the sheets in an unending motion.
But as she sleeps, the caressing hand
Maneuvering in the waves like a ship
Lost in a vast sea of darkening curls
As if the fingers would begin a tripLoosening the hair into whirls ( Read more... ) -
Poetry (edit)
Poetry should be inscribed on the skin
like freckles
And scars
Poetry should run through veins
like blood
and infection
Poetry should burn the body
like fever
and fire
Poetry should be branded on the skin.
orPoetry should be inscribed on the skin ( Read more... ) -
Poetry
Poetry should be inscribed on the skin
like freckles
And scars
Poetry should run through veins
like blood
and infection
Poetry should burn
like fever
and fire
Poetry should be branded on the skin. -
More writing.
In an effort to be productive of a kind and work hard at things, I'm starting to write again. And um... this is tonight's offering.
( Cross stitching has eaten my brain. ) -
Bwahaha, I shall DUEL YOU.
Fiction duel (truel because there are three of us? Am dueling this character) Theme/Prompt is "One Moment in Time"You glare at your own image in the mirror as you grab chunks of your hair and chop them erratically, leaving long strands where you missed bits. It was that one moment; a moment in time that somehow made it necessary to cut your hair ( Read more... )