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summer-boy, birdy.

Jan 28, 2012, 8:30:05 AM by ~Avallynh
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

cusp of september,
summer burns on drunken driftwood pyres breathing
pale rhapsodies of you & i to a vagabond wander
of stars over stolen shores: there,

you spin me
wilder in smouldersilk tangles, falter-step through
strayed echoes of a mandolin waltz to a worldedge singed brazen, trembled
bright with a waking of storms. there,

we troth
wonder and a wanting and bones ripened lovelier
for boardwalk lights and grenadine heat
to that far place between
your sand and my sky.

[incandescent,] we break
with the thunder and home with the tide
to part without a promise on the cinder-wind, but

i've smokethreads through my hair and
the hollows of your eyes cradle
emberglow, still.

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vaurienne (wip) you were elsewhere when i hung mockingbirds from minor chords and sang your wake
my ode by a hundred bridges burning, when the bells tolled me a waiting and touched
a moth-wing promise to the corner of my mouth, when i dreamed your revenant
in a backyard hotel chiaroscuro
( : here, shadows soar dark
with a vaunting and here light kindles breathbright (as truth, as truth)
on the turn of a wrist --)

three winters
you were elsewhere til i begged your arm from carnival wraiths
in a strangerwaltz on the promenade, and

hush, my lovely libertine: i
have ever known you
in midnights, in miracles,
when you cried sanctuary, never long enough
tvaurienne (wip) by ~Avallynh

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Gateway Drug Theory Between dreams of curious reaction,
I follow this addiction to your deleterious delight.
Hallucinated whispers, of Cheshire smiles formed under starry skies,
propel me to leap from cardhouse rooftops, catching sunrises
between gnashed teeth of lips forced into a bow.

In the impulsive waking hours,
I crave you between fingertips and lips,
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puffed by caterpillar awaiting metamorphosis
from something more than fantasy.

But in the six o'clock hour of murdered time,
a wonderland between sheets is riddled.
[Un]enjoyed tea for fanfare too late,
I collapsed along with the rabbit hole.

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Writ

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this is not home these lights which beckon
which flicker in the darkness
whispering -- home, home
you are home

are overlaid with memories
of another city; of other faces.
i am not home

it is a place to rest:
to set down my suitcase,
to let my soul-worried soles heal,
to let this gypsy heart soften

but it is not yet home.

i see ghosts of hills,
a thousand miles away
their curves pressing over
the lines of these;

i see, warped but sure
the trees and roads i fell for,
fell in love with and i am sorry

i'm in love. i'm in love,
savour the sound! -- i dream,
dream of histories
which will never be mine

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13 hours, 26 minutes ago by ~Avallynh
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the fact of the matter is that that previous journal's been on my page a while and it was high time i bumped it off. i wish i had some literary offering to go with this little ramble here, but as of right now i'm in a work-in-progress quagmire that isn't sorting itself out and obliging me by producing anything i wouldn't be wasting your time with.

so instead, i'll show you what i've come across in those hours i've spent with that taunt-blinking cursor in WordPad in the background while the Internet suddenly becomes a grossly inopportune horn of plenty and offers up so many fascinating time-sucks when at all unoccupied and godly hours of day there are NONEsuch.

here we go, then --

if you're looking for that perfect stand-out-from-the-crowd bit of jewelry for a special occasion or a special someone, pop over to MiaMontgomery on Etsy. this was my first ever encounter with asymmetrical earrings, and i was pretty much sold on the spot. Mia's shop is a little wonderworld of divinely delicate treasures, tens of components so lovingly crafted into whimsical, enchanting pieces of art that'd be delights to wear. i started out with a tentative little inquiry and ended up ordering a custom-made set.

must mention also that Mia is brilliant to work with, patient and prompt and diligent, and also that waiting for packages sucks. really sucks.
go on, have a look. you wouldn't want to miss out on this. (my set's this one. isn't it just exquisite?)

on a more local front, here's something i stumbled across somewhere in a wayward link-following path off of facebook: From Lahore with Love, a new-minted selection of postcards paying homage to the rich and kaleidoscopic heritage of the city. if you're like me and happen to hold an abiding, somewhat nostalgic, fondness for snail mail even in this day and age, go have a look. the photography is resonant, giving the grand city its due. it's a worthy, worthy initiative. plus they're about $1.50 a pop, so.

that's the pimping done, and there's not much more to say except that power outages are cruel and wrong, but of course you already knew that, and that butter cookies are YUM. but then you probably knew that, too.
there's also the fact that my inbox is overflowing. horribly. (that one you didn't know. ha.)

much love, and much hope that i can post something in the near future that actually makes a shred of sense.

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~anapests-and-ink 2 days ago Hobbyist Writer

Thank you so much for the fav on Teatime!

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"in tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you"

~Jack Kerouac, You're a Genius All the Time

~Avallynh 14 hours ago Hobbyist Writer

^{my pleasure, congratulations on the well-deserved DD.}

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^{Because I dream in colours you don't have names for.}

~Sergiba 3 days ago

Thanks for the fav.

~Avallynh 3 days ago Hobbyist Writer

^pleasure.

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^{Because I dream in colours you don't have names for.}

~akarra 4 days ago

Love your style - the six word story has me wondering what I myself can convey in few words.

Thank you so much for sharing!

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~Avallynh 3 days ago Hobbyist Writer

^{thank you for your kind words, for the fav and the watch. i'll try and make it worth your while.}

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^{Because I dream in colours you don't have names for.}