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February 16, 2012
leavetaking by ~Avallynh Suggester Writes: This is one of those poems where the overall impact is heightened by the semantics, the use of intricate and beautiful lexis, and the imagery throughout which leaves you almost breathless. It's wonderfully written, with the format and structure again leaving the reader feeling sensitive and touched.
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Literature Text
i.
the world is brighter where
dregs of strangers' revels remain --
i keep this half-light for my own.
ii.
i'll stay until the wind sighs a scotch-and-smoke
cliché, til the Muscadet's slipped from the lip
of my wayward
hello.
iii.
your night is told in
patchouli-pulse wanders; mine,
in whorls of liqueur-breath. come
close and i'll find the warp
through the weft, the trails telling tales
in synaesthesia --
v.
time enough for a kiss-
and-never-tell, for a stumbling waltz
to the dissonance of crystal-shatter odes
to the summerlong i knew you --
we were(n't) meant for more than this.
vi.
morning goes right through you,
and breathes a thousand fortunes in-
to shards of (our) stranger starfall.
the world is brighter where
dregs of strangers' revels remain --
i keep this half-light for my own.
ii.
i'll stay until the wind sighs a scotch-and-smoke
cliché, til the Muscadet's slipped from the lip
of my wayward
hello.
- (i know you're there before you do.)
iii.
your night is told in
patchouli-pulse wanders; mine,
in whorls of liqueur-breath. come
close and i'll find the warp
through the weft, the trails telling tales
in synaesthesia --
- Platinum Blonde's been 'round and gone.
- iv. (-- closer, find syllables strewn in an exhale's wake; stolen from my throat- ful of careless farewells, spin and sway and beg you stay.)
v.
time enough for a kiss-
and-never-tell, for a stumbling waltz
to the dissonance of crystal-shatter odes
to the summerlong i knew you --
we were(n't) meant for more than this.
vi.
morning goes right through you,
and breathes a thousand fortunes in-
to shards of (our) stranger starfall.
Literature
the love affair
life slides under the door and
I think about you not knowing how to love
and touching a person's sleeping eyelids
to change a dream, to lie here with you
under a silent oak tree, the sunlight
has begun to breathe and I am digging you a grave
for your past and your future, I am
holding you here, the trunk of my car open to let the sweet
sound of a song rise into the
air, it is rushing by
too swiftly
and I have premonitions or
I just got lucky or everything
means something
nothing vanishes without a trace
I hold despair in the palm of my hand and cannot dance
without spilling it onto the floor, it
seeps into the carpet
but you
Literature
Regulars
Jon and Carol came in as they do
every day
she clutching a bit of cloth to
her face and being unable
to give me an honest look and
Jon being overly enthusiastic about
his coming meal
(I am a goddess because I
bring them food.)
They met each
other outside the bathroom,
gazed across the table with a fifty
year old expression
and the only emotion I have
ever heard in Carol's
ancient, cracking voice
is when she calls him baby
Repeatedly I wonder, if or when
I give up my mind
to age and black eyes,
will we do this? Drink tea
with too much sugar
and have a waitress that will
be overly concerned if we
don't show our wrink
Literature
Snowstorm
The children misheard you.
They broke open the jar
looking for petals
and found only flours.
The dust is everywhere,
settling everywhere,
on the refrigerator and the stove,
on the startled mother cat
yowling her pawprints
through the snowy floor,
on her sharp-eared kittens
prancing in the clouds.
The three-year old is screaming.
He has cut his finger on the glass,
there are red streaks in the snow,
and his white-faced brother
stares up at you with a look
commonly reserved for
the confused and the betrayed.
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(c) Avallynh on deviantART, 2011
EDIT 16/2/12: A Daily Deviation, courtesy of, and with fondest thanks to, *the-photographicpoet and ^Beccalicious
scenes from a parting.
goodbyes are overrated, and inever broke that wineglass.
fictionfictionfiction
this one's been a longlong time coming.
Comments and Critique
I'd love your thoughts on
Critique for
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(c) Avallynh on deviantART, 2011
EDIT 16/2/12: A Daily Deviation, courtesy of, and with fondest thanks to, *the-photographicpoet and ^Beccalicious
scenes from a parting.
goodbyes are overrated, and i
fictionfictionfiction
this one's been a longlong time coming.
Comments and Critique
I'd love your thoughts on
- the feel of the piece; the imagery: does it tell half a story?
the flow, from splice to splice -- there is meant to be an element of slight, only slight disjunction.
the ending, and what it leaves you with.
Also, I'd love a better title if you've got one to suggest.
Critique for
Copyright Notice
This work is copyrighted and is NOT part of the public domain. It is NOT to be copied, printed, edited, transmitted, archived, reproduced or redistributed in any manner without my prior written permission.
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That last stanza blew me away; Lovely piece.