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Flash Fiction Month: July 5 There was always that idea of inspiration in respiration, the gods breathing an epic into the lungs of the great storytellers.  

"Sing to me of the man, Muse, the man of twists and turns
driven time and again off course, once he had plundered
the hallowed heights of Troy."

Anyone who's ever had a love affair with the classics knows the nine muses. There's Calliope for epic poetry (perhaps the Muse which Homer implores in his introduction to the Odyssey), Clio for the historians, Erato for lyric poetry, Euterpe for musicians, Melpomene was responsible for tragedy, Polyhymnia for choral poetry, Terpsichore for dance, Thalia for co
The Most Beautiful Triolet There is a cat.
A cat is on my lap.
It is not a hat.
There is a cat.
The cat is sort of fat.
It is taking a nap.
There is a cat.
A cat is on my lap.
Rain The car stops.

The sound of rain
Drumming against a million places
Reverberates: Tiny little repetitions
Over the sound of shushing tires.

Droplets on the windows
Play across our faces.
They reflect like ghostly films,
Like old black-and-white movies on our skin.

Each particle, catching amber
From the solemn streetlights
Is a perfect jewel
In the chaos of its instability.

But then the car begins to slosh forward
Wishing through dark mirror pools,
And the droplets streak down the side
Merging, racing, dancing, gone- flying, falling, free.

We lurch forward into the storm.
Revenge you once said you wanted me dead,
and almost succeeded (once or twice)
watching me writhe in fury
burning your blood from my skin.

so I am seventeen years a blackbird
and two of them a phoenix,
and each of us must choose now,
and I choose life.

so I'll live,
all chaos
and dreams
and grief
and freedom
and awe,

so I'll live
with everything I have,
loving the whole damn world
and every breathing, thinking
perfectly imperfect criminal like me (and you)
that makes up the human race.
(because that'll make you mad)

so I'll live
with the goddamn intensity
of every electron spinning
and every phospholipid bilayer synthesizing
Light Lux Aurumque in sanctum aurum,
Lux Aurumque in feathered wings
Lux Aurumque dripping from the gutter,
Lux Aurumque on iron strings

Lux Aurumque in sanctum aurum.
Lux Aurumque glowing on the skin,
Lux Aurumque in your bloodstream
Lux Aurumque flowing from within

Lux Aurumque in sanctum aurum
Lux Aurumque on your tongue
Lux Aurumque singing sweetly
Lux Aurumque, whispered psalm

Lux Aurumque in sanctum aurum
Lux Aurumque, in the night
Lux Aurumque snowing down sun-flakes
Lux Aurumque, Golden Light.

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Losing

by ~KaseyKillface

The thing is, I lose everything.
I've     misplaced     all the
things I own at least twice.
No thing is safe
from disappearing,
it all slips between the threads
rough stitched fabric
of my universe.

A few weeks ago,
a pair of rose colored
rabbit-shaped earrings
went missing.
They must have scampered away
from my bedside table
as I slept.

and yesterday too my class ring,
with dragon insignia
carved into its metal side,
lost so many times
I've just stopped looking.
It always turns up again
like a hungry cat.

Long ago I bid farewell
to a book of poetry
by Billy Collins,
each page dressed
in a suit of marginalia,

kissed my favorite teacup goodbye,
the pond-green one,
topography of cracks down the side,
and one sock from almost every pair
has      fluttered free      like a pet parakeet
through the open window.

So I hope you understand, love,
why I hold you so close,
afraid that if I set you down
and turn around
for even an instant
you will            disappear,
gone the way
of so many photographs,
rusted door keys,
and two driver's permits.

Now you know why in my dreams
I forever find myself searching for you,
hands outstretched,

                                          in the dark.
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Given 2012-02-14
Losing by ~KaseyKillface ( Featured by ^Beccalicious )
love 2 2 joy 4 4 wow 1 1 mad 0 0 sad 1 1 fear 0 0 neutral 0 0
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~cristinewakesuphappy May 11, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
i made a humble feature [link] on your poem. i hope you won't mind. thank you. :bow:

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poems by me: :house: [link]
"The old dreams were good dreams; they didn't work out but I'm glad I had them."
- Robert James Waller, The Bridges of Madison County
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~KaseyKillface May 13, 2012
Wow, that's awesome! I'm very flattered. :D

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"It seems only yesterday I used to believe there was nothing under my skin but light. If you cut me I could shine." -Billy Collins
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~cristinewakesuphappy May 15, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
losing is up there in my most favorite poems in deviantart. the concept, the feel, the imagery, the impact, the tenderness: they're all there. :bow:

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poems by me: :house: [link]
"The old dreams were good dreams; they didn't work out but I'm glad I had them."
- Robert James Waller, The Bridges of Madison County
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~KaseyKillface Mar 7, 2012
Oh my goodness! I don't check deviant art for a month or so, and when I come back it appears I've gotten a D.D.! Thank you so much! And thanks to everyone for the praise and constructive criticism; I really appreciate it! I'm probably overusing exclamation points in this post, but I'm completely ecstatic!

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"It seems only yesterday I used to believe there was nothing under my skin but light. If you cut me I could shine." -Billy Collins
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Mood: Sadness ~Desolira Feb 25, 2012  Hobbyist Artist
These DD awards make my poetry feel awful. D:

Great poem, I loved the wording, I loved the way you expressed everything about it... it was easy to relate, and yet so unique that I couldn't imagine anyone else saying it quite like how you did. You deserved to be featured. ^^
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*blancaJP Feb 14, 2012   Digital Artist
I don't know how to write. I spell everything always wrong, in any language. Use the wrong words in the wrong order.

This is just a wonderful verse, it finds just the right words for that feeling of love, fear and lose. It paints a pictures that touches the heart.

great job.
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~vampiichan Feb 14, 2012
Awesome~ Congrats on the DD
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~MandyWarh0l Feb 14, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
This is everything I needed today. Beautifully written.
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Mood: Wow! ~MM56 Feb 14, 2012
WOW!!!!!!!!!! two drivers permits lost JEEZ i thought i was a bad driver and im not even 16 yet
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~roxx0209 Feb 14, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
wow, so impressive
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Summer (WIP) Each day with you
is precious and stolen,
a firefly I collect
in the mason jar
between spine and sternum
locked between my ribs,
housing moments
preserved like fall
leaves pressed between pages,
passionate red and yellow
staining parchment .

I keep this collection
of memories
to remember you
in the months to come
where we are separated
by cities, stoplights
and highway hypnosis,

so I can still recall
you and I
in the arboretum,
the golden scent
of daffodils
making us dizzy
and drunk with feeling,
as we count the catfish
in the toad-belly-green pond
and talk about a future
where we live in a little house
with a Summer (WIP) by ~KaseyKillface
Losing The thing is, I lose everything.
I've     misplaced     all the
things I own at least twice.
No thing is safe
from disappearing,
it all slips between the threads
rough stitched fabric
of my universe.

A few weeks ago,
a pair of rose colored
rabbit-shaped earrings
went missing.
They must have scampered away
from my bedside table
as I slept.

and yesterday too my class ring,
with dragon insignia
carved into its metal side,
lost so many times
I've just stopped looking.
It always turns up again
 like a hungry cat.

Long ago I bid farewell
to a book of poetry
by Billy Collins,
each page dressed
in a suit of marginaliaLosing by ~KaseyKillface
Trees I came upon a congregation of trees,
their foliage illuminated into verdant halos
by the sunset sky of atomic tangerine,
and sat for a while to watch their
swaying celebration, the dance of the forest.

Aware of my own limbs, inelegant
as ginger roots, I offered up a prayer:
let my phalanges bloom at the tips,
my cartridge unravel into moss,
my spine stretch into a single, solid trunk,
my hair become prickly spikes of pine-
for I would be united with the whole wood
growing in regal and deliberate lentissimo,
one column in a cathedral for foxes,
one more shining cedar
stretching its fingers upward
in praise of the heavens
frTrees by ~KaseyKillface
Flutter Every day she still dons a dress of asphalt
& a string of pearls shining like wolves teeth,
though she sees only bones and butterflies
behind her skin, nervous wings fluttering
against the ivory of her skeleton.

As she pulls up the silver spine
of her black dress,
her fingers tremble like
hollow reeds in the wind.
With mascara lashes sticky and dark,
she gives butterfly kisses to the air,
blinks back a memory
and bites a flesh-red lip.
She fights back the instinct to run
and instead tightens sinews in her shoulders
like the string of a bow.

Today,
she'll think she sees his face
in the mask of a stranger on the subway
and fFlutter by ~KaseyKillface
Muse Inspiration in respiration,
what breath inflates my lungs?
A muse, a child,
rabbit-moon white,
mercury-eyed goddess:
let me don my insanity cap
and write in candle ink.
my empty-attic mind
is haunted with ghosts
and your time has come
to pay rent.

So speak, sing seraphim
of the violently new, blossoming world!
I stand at the epicenter.
The spiral expands outwards,
explodes, filling all that empty air
with light and noise and joy.
I transcribe in muddled words,
poor translations in faltering vernacular.

Therefore, Muse,
I apologize if the words
do not meet their intention.
All I want is for them to vibrate
in the tendonsMuse by ~KaseyKillface
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