I am going to say right off the bat that I don't have a damn clue what this is, other than what happens when you don't sleep for a few days, build up a lot of writing angst and then try to use a Carl Sandburg poem to prompt yourself
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This is a lovely piece. Kudos to you for experimenting! For me the whole thing works the way poems do -- through images and impressions and allusions that together tell just as much of a story as an outright narrative, but more quietly and subtly.
He stares at nothing and memorizes the intricacies of heart beats until he knows these ones from any others no matter their rhythm Beat Beat And breathes with them in the dark.
A very strong story, in the best sense. In your poetic style you caught the essence of Sirius. But what is more, you caught the flashes, single scenes that symbolise years and ages of life. You didn't drown raw emotions in the poesy, nor did you let the poesy submit before the sparing use of the words. I see no compromises here.
I read it with tightened throat. Thank you for sharing this.
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This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper."
For some reason, your beautiful fic reminded me of that.
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He stares at nothing and memorizes the intricacies of heart beats until he knows these ones from any others no matter their rhythm
Beat
Beat
And breathes with them in the dark.
Gorgeous. ♥
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I read it with tightened throat. Thank you for sharing this.
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Thank you so much! If I find any, I'll pass it on ;P
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