TWG's Featured Deviant of the Month - Sept 2012

In the words of LadyofGaerdon: 
Soaked in sea-swept imagery and rich 
with heartbreak, this poem will leave you 
with a glowing, nameless longing.
  

starcrossedand we sailed
in sinking ships
on borrowed tides
'neath starless skies
[i wonder, love,
why we never made it home.]
In the words of angelStained:
Really says much 
in little - phrases are gently beautiful. 
 

summer-boy and such: early musingsi dream of night-lit lonely beaches at the cusp where
summer tips over into autumn and the stars won't stay in one place and
there's a telltale chill in the air and college kids and fires guarding
our shores from the tide,
of a boy with soft brown curls
spilling down the nape of his neck: a fire-bright boy with glow-gold
eyelashes and burnished eyes and lightning smiles and
out-of-step tangos to mandolin ballads and shards of bottles and spills of stale wine and
brazen skies all storm-edged and
things i'd do if i couldn't regret, and
winter comes, summerlover, and i dream
of you.
In the words of LadyofGaerdon:
A fascinating look at the creative
musing process, and a beautiful
poem in its own right.
 

strangeryou came clinging to the grace of a summer storm's
underbreath, came cold hands and tired eyes
and a bruised lip i'd longed to kiss
when you stumbled on night listing
too far to the left
cross my thistledown garden by old dusks
that wilt between, i'll keep my door open:
your lady in sepia doesn't live here, only
the ghosts and i -- and Grandmother,
in the far-between wanders when she can
remember --
but i've a place where you can
lay your wayworn bones to dry, and
if morning should come calling, i'll not
tell her where you sleep. and stayed awhile.
In the words of apple-dark:
This is the sort of poetry 
which makes people stop and say, 
"Ahhhh...so that's why people write!"  
I read this and think of too much 
wine and a safe place to sleep. 
 

once.the world was wider, once: strewn bright
and willing to a fingertip's beckoning, riddled
with roads that spilled in breathless wanders
to otherlands of reverie. i remember
the promise i made a wild changeling child
before i bade her hush and say goodnight --
i've not woken her since: she sleeps and i steal
her spun-glass dreams for my garden
of wilt, ever longing to hold
the ghost-dance that spins by their dying light.

In the words of LadyofGaerdon: 

Like a withered lullaby, this poem 

In the words of ~teenyxtinyxtina:
Dropping memories across the page, this short 
story strings together random and seemingly 
unrelated images. In doing so, it mimics the 
way in which memory works. An interesting 
look at moving memories onto the page. 
 

name-keeper.she remembers other lives:
fragments of myriad pasts
that might once have been her own.
they shift, like shards in a kaleidoscope;
catch the light
and s p l i n t e r a memory
into bright and broken chaos
of galaxies spun
from shivering mirages of worlds long-gone
and the glitter-glass symphony
of wind-chimes, gently stirred
by passing ghosts
wakened from unslumber
and dragged, blind and weary
cross time-worn trails, forever trapped
in a music-box waltz
to her wretched sigh[and someone else's elegy.]
and she's the girl watching, holding fast
by silken, poisoned threads
by a plea, a promise
to let go the silvered whispers
she keeps in little glass jars
when she's done searching
for a heartbeat. [one. just one.]
In the words of LadyofGaerdon:
It is truly astonishing to know
that this poem is Avallynh's
first attempt at poetry, when the
way she plays with words and rhythm
and cadence form a brilliant representation
of just what poetry should be.
 

In the words of Halatia:
With quiet, lyrical word choice and stanza structure, 

mystery and misery of the sea. 
 

In the words of LadyofGaerdon:
You can feel the soft rhythm flowing
through the words. The breathless quality
of the writing and the masterful use of
alliteration make this an enchanting read.
 

leavetakingi.
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.
In the words of the-photographicpoet:
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.

 

ersatzyour wake is the warm
languid whorl of a sachet-latté
morning after,
gone when six a.m. rain swirls
pavement scents of whiskeysmoke
& a careless caress away
under cinnamon-sugar grace --
and it was only ever this:
you were lovely
by trembled halflight, when you almost had
my summer-boy's eyes.
In the words of LadyofGaerdon:
This poem reads like wispy tendrils of

 a half-remembered dream.
 

keepsakewe part in the fall:
you leave me a winter of
withering and want.

In the words of LadyofGaerdon:
An alliterative haiku,
desolate and lovely.
 

cruelhere, the dawn that wakes
is spun cruel: still-
clinging threads of halfsleep
through the fade of dreams
i yearn to keep.
In the words of LadyofGaerdon:
A simple thought,
beautifully expressed.

 

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