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September 4, 2009
The suggester writes, "The Moon Offers Advice to a Moth by =salshep is one of my favorite poems on dA. The first line shocks you into reading the rest of the poem, and then you have to go back to the first line to thank it for sending you on such a fantastic journey."
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Dan Kim's Schrankgeist
Collette hummed quietly to herself as she spread a thin veil of strawberry jam on her toast. She liked jam, especially strawberry. Collette had something of a sweet tooth, and the nice man who worked weekends always went out of his way to sneak her in something. The man that worked there weekends was the best. He always brought her strawberry jam. She took a bite as she dropped a sugar cube into her orange juice. Those were both his, again. He had brought it in for her for breakfast, he said, but he didn’t manage to get it to her until early evening.
Taking ano
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leitmotif
(I will never forgive Millais for painting Ophelia calm in the water. My cousin Noah died shoeless and struggling under a lonely man’s hands, his eyes full of rain runoff. Real people don’t sink as pretty as oil on canvas: Noah was four feet five on the autopsy slab, no flowers, no frames. I am ruled by the aesthetic, but I would embrace his every imperfection if it meant having him back. This clumsy dilettante still loves Noah with the scabs on his shins, sitting sloppy at Sam’s recitals in sneakers and shorts. Give me the asymmetry of his eyelashes. For the fir
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eikon aklastos.
we mused underneath bloodless onyx nights,
pointing out the stars like celestial bread crumbs
left behind by some careless angel. safe
in their studded velvet sea, they sighed and
gossiped high above our heads; they hissed their secrets
to the big blue marble so many light-years away:
sibilant whispers, snake-eyed promises eventually neglected.
someday, when the stars are collected like bits of
shredded reality by zeus's sons and daughters,
when they pull the plug on the moon, when it bleeds out
one or two more firefly flickers and finally dies,
we will discover how to collapse into the edges of existence
and ab
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For my first weekly prompt:
"How to tell a candle from the moon: a handbook for moths and other idiots."
Moon's a real piece of work, huh?
no, this poem is not about you. just so you know.
"How to tell a candle from the moon: a handbook for moths and other idiots."
Moon's a real piece of work, huh?
no, this poem is not about you. just so you know.
© 2009 - 2024 salshep
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I have not forgotten this poem since the first time I read it, which was well over a year ago. Enough people have commented on this so that everything I want to say has likely been said, but I still want to thank you for writing this. There's nothing I don't love about this, and the overall effect of this awes, intimidates, and inspires me at the same time.
*crosses fingers* I hope I'll get to at least half your level someday!
*crosses fingers* I hope I'll get to at least half your level someday!