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Twirling, you remind me of a jewellery box ballerina: elegant and poised. You are so steady, holding your position with precision. Even when flicked by the precarious fingers of children you always return to your position. Only statues could best such dedication.
A torrent of snow, iced teeth and titanium claws shred trees. The bystanders are consumed while they looked at you, raising their ski masks in disbelief. No frightening colours tarnished such a homogeneous white, giving the false appearance of calm.
My surroundings explode into chaos, arms and legs searching for loved ones. Here, further away from the carnage, it convinces me that an avalanche is occurring. It eludes me as to why I am not fleeing.
The ground rumbles now. To you we must make strange trees, wilting beneath the heat of fear. If this were a blockbuster the heroine closes her eyes at this very moment. But remember I am the coward, so I watch.
Such beauty did not prepare me for its rumbling. The mountains shook like the bowels of a monster, and thoughts of ballerinas were replaced by bomber planes. I squinted for the tell-tale wings and listened for the whirling motor.
That time it was actually a natural disaster.
A torrent of snow, iced teeth and titanium claws shred trees. The bystanders are consumed while they looked at you, raising their ski masks in disbelief. No frightening colours tarnished such a homogeneous white, giving the false appearance of calm.
If I were more optimistic, or perhaps more poetic, it appeared as if you had warmly enveloped them in a white blanket.
My surroundings explode into chaos, arms and legs searching for loved ones. Here, further away from the carnage, it convinces me that an avalanche is occurring. It eludes me as to why I am not fleeing.
Was it because of logic? I knew that if I ran to the Lodge you could easily blow down the door and drag us out, one shattered window at a time. More than likely, it was because of my timid personality, content to be the deer who got run over by a tank.
The ground rumbles now. To you we must make strange trees, wilting beneath the heat of fear. If this were a blockbuster the heroine closes her eyes at this very moment. But remember I am the coward, so I watch.
I was surprised that unlike in a blockbuster, you stopped. Had you pitied us? That we were so feeble and easily suffocated that you relented? My guess is that it's neither: the snowflakes that fell were the ashes of a fire that refused to burn.
Literature
In the Syllable
...then there is a way in diswaiting.
Dust some yellow sand covers,
here uncover bare bedding.
...suffusing red planes, blushed dunes,
under incidentally quilted blanket
wet as arid curves, as sounds.
...in a persistent pavement,
in a solemn unsuited promise,
some written words erase
some letters drip and soak
unto a perfuse miracle,
a dislocated split,
a letting go of...
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Haiku
my fingers
tributaries -
running around your knuckles
Literature
Christmas presents
i.
asking dad
"what would mum like?"
he's no idea either
ii.
at the same store -
buying gifts for
my girl & mum
iii.
married 20 years,
her fake smile more real
than my silk roses
iv.
unwrapping your gift too eagerly,
I miss the tsutsumu!
v.
your present
a "new" novel;
I find a bookmark
vi.
next Christmas
seeing his gift, dad tells me
"I've read this"
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Such a solemn piece could only come from listening White Night by Nell. Lovely song, but haunting, and it had me wondering what I could come up with from it. As I wrote I saw a perfect opportunity for a piece of contradiction, and ultimately, to highlight that even when you have something defined, it changes because it doesn't want to be that stereotype.
The title also alludes to a piece of poetry
Critique on Paper streets and paper gold by ~innercartwheel [link]
Questions:
How is the effect of moving back and forth from present and past tense? I've used punctuation to help distinguish the two and not make it so jarring, so does it help?
Your thoughts on the imagery?
Written 12.1.13, edited for several days
The title also alludes to a piece of poetry
Critique on Paper streets and paper gold by ~innercartwheel [link]
Questions:
How is the effect of moving back and forth from present and past tense? I've used punctuation to help distinguish the two and not make it so jarring, so does it help?
Your thoughts on the imagery?
Written 12.1.13, edited for several days