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Secret Refreshings by alekdeva, literature

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Secret Refreshings

Secret Refreshings (Line 665, Samson Agonistes) “Unless he feel within Some source of consolation from above; Secret refreshings, that repair his strength, And fainting spirits uphold.” - John Milton I'm not sure that I've ever experienced a “secret refreshing” but if Milton were alive today, I imagine he might demonstrate such a thing by going around town slipping glasses of lemonade into unsuspecting pockets on especially hot days. Or perhaps he might try his hand tossing breath mints into the open mouths of dozing smokers. Maybe some lucky student would catch a glimpse of him crouched in the back of class,

On Lines from 'Rhapsody on a by alekdeva, literature

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On Lines from 'Rhapsody on a

On Lines from “Rhapsody on a Windy Night” 1:30 The street lamp sputtered, the street lamp muttered but I heard nothing from the star. The street lamp, coughing, remarked on our stupor, and the star moved in almost-degrees. The street lamp said, “Regard that step please” when the star watched our stumbling gait. The street lamp said, “Watch the frowning door” but the star knew we'd trip on the frame. 2:30 The street lamp asked me if I knew her name and the star answered for me with “...” The street lamp said, “Remark the empty glass” when the star had no warning to speak. The str

Woman Finds Body in Freezer by alekdeva, literature

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Woman Finds Body in Freezer

Woman Finds Body in Freezer (Another Homicide, This One Just as Boring to Read About as the Last) “Police are investigating the death as a homicide because science has determined it is impossible to wrap yourself entirely in plastic.”- My eyes drift line to line in time with the clicking of my nails and the shuddering snap of the camera in my head: imagined moments in the story. I imagine the surprise of the woman when, searching for the freezer-burned meat that will later become an unappreciated pot roast, her hand instead finds the chilly feet of one of her grandson’s friends. I imagine her bitterness when she not

The Scream by alekdeva, literature

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The Scream

The Scream “It all happened so fast,” he says. “One minute I was watching the flow of the water like spirits escaping beyond the horizon and the pink of the sky like a child’s cheeks after winter winds. And then it was all orange, or red like blood smeared across the palate of the sky. The water below the bridge congealed. The other people on the bridge elongated into shadows, one cut at the neck by the sunset…” “And you?” I ask. “I became what you see now, a gobbet of drying glue, my bones gone with the pink of the sky, my body curved under the weight of these apo

The Piano by alekdeva, literature

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The Piano

The Piano I sat with uncomfortable awe in front of an antique piano and scratched at the chipped keys, noticing that bits of ivory (if it was ivory at all) clung to them like the rotting of an old man’s grin (even turning gray around the edges), and the span of the keyboard was like an old man’s grin, one that had grown a new tooth each year of his life, until his jaw was full of keys and keys and keys. I walked my fingers up to the black keys which stood against and drew the line between the splotchy brown of the white keys and themselves. I played a note that must have been two notes, dissonant with itself. Th

On Watching a Baby Monkey by alekdeva, literature

Sonatina by alekdeva, literature

Pause Before the Kiss by alekdeva, literature

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Pause Before the Kiss

Pause Before the Kiss And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart When the crumbling hallways of aloneness divide And insist; When impulse is a lusting and frenzied terminal patient, I resist. And this is the close separateness of our molten lips, The fixation of your eyes on him behind me. This is the unimpacted face of an alien moon, Held in the safeness of strictest orbit, Isolated as a sterling-flecked, alien dune. Here is the deepest imminence; The stinging blisters before a callused heart.

Visiting by alekdeva, literature

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Visiting

Visiting For Jack I could always tell when he found me wandering through the hallways of my own house, eyeing the conduits of dust that clung to the grain in the floor as if I might be lost (and maybe I was, following the echoes from dinner last night that still shot between distant walls and down empty hallways like intricacies of wire) - I could always tell then that he was looking to find me by myself so he could come congratulate me for anything, give me a pat on the back and slap a twenty into my hand while he shook it. He would always whisper something like "Here, you might need it…" or "You never know…" as if it

Sudden by alekdeva, literature

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Sudden

Sudden And later, the first time I heard my father cry, the first time I heard the sucking sound between sobs. After sirens and the flashing lights, after the blue from parked ambulances. I open my eyes and see puddles of bright and dark. Everything is almost slow motion: my mother’s slack face drifting away on the stretcher and the neighborhood waking up to come and see the spectacle of what might have been a car – the twists of metal and far-flung broken glass. I’m walking away from all the faces that say “do that somewhere else.” Faces of neighbors that seem to only ever mow their pristine lawns,

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Secret Refreshings by alekdeva, literature

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On Lines from 'Rhapsody on a by alekdeva, literature

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On Lines from 'Rhapsody on a

Woman Finds Body in Freezer by alekdeva, literature

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Woman Finds Body in Freezer

The Scream by alekdeva, literature

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The Scream

The Piano by alekdeva, literature

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The Piano

On Watching a Baby Monkey by alekdeva, literature

Sonatina by alekdeva, literature

Pause Before the Kiss by alekdeva, literature

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Pause Before the Kiss

Visiting by alekdeva, literature

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Sudden

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alekdeva

Feb 5, 2009

Philip Larkin

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this is to be the first of what will hopefully be many posts that will lead to a poem i find to be particularly wonderful. the poet i've chosen to start with is one of my personal favorites and he is definitely one of the best poets to read. if you are interested in learning to write in a fixed meter without letting it outshine the content of the poem, Larkin's poetry is an excellent example. i also find his poetry particularly useful when it comes to doing imitations. the poem i picked is, i think, one of his best: it is called "church going." since i don't want to be banned for copyright infringement, i will simply post a link to the poem.

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alekdeva

Feb 5, 2009

deviantART poets

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okay i'm going to go ahead and say that a lot of the poetry that people post on this website isn't terrific. it seems like a lot of the popular poetry is about suicide or angst or what have you. that being said, i may start posting some contemporary poets i admire who have made a name for themselves, but in these cases i will make it perfectly clear that their work is not mine and give them full credit for it. i find that one of the best ways to learn is through reading the poetry of accomplished poets and through attempted imitation. anyone have any thoughts on this?

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orpheus-space

Aug 15, 2009

Talk about prolific!
I haven't finished reading them,
but I'm enjoying them
one
by
one
like glasses of fine wine

alekdeva

Aug 17, 2009

thanks so much andres! i'll have to check out some of what you've posted; if what you left on diana's wall is any indication, i'm sure i will have a wonderful time reading your work.

spiritsinshadow

Feb 13, 2006

You're good at writing, keep doing it.