Writers of the Revolution June 29, 2013 (late)

Featured by Sammur-amat

Madeline, better know as imaginative-lioness, has captured the hearts of many here on deviantArt what with her undeniably incredibly gorgeous gallery and equally beautiful and selfless soul. I have been a fan of her simple yet emotionally-strung work for quite sometime. A keen and clear sense of honesty and transparency can be felt throughout most if not all the pieces in her gallery.

Also, with her fairly recent community-driven project, the LiteratureRoadtrip, Madeline has inspired and further sparked the interest of our precious little literature community to interact, favorite, comment and critique each others body of work. What better time to feature and promote her efforts both as a talented poet and big-hearted deviant than now?

Flightless Birdoh, why aren’t you flying?
amaranthine feathers belong to you, the flightless bird.
wings, calloused and frayed;
your body burning from sunlight, flames bursting from within
little hot-headed creature,
mad at the airborne world above him.
oh, flightless bird – why are you so alone?
once you were the sun, but now you are the moon;
you fell into its craters, came out the other side,
but who are you now?
grounded,
       (stuck.)
bruised,
       (purple-red, turning azure.)
your bones have stiffened, cracking beneath your skin –
you are held back, lost.
        you don’t know who you are.
if you could fly, you would leave this place, and
release yourself from the moon,
and once again
become the sun.
Flightless Bird
"you fell into its craters, came out the other side,
but who are you now?

grounded,
      (stuck.)
bruised,
      (purple-red, turning azure.)"

There is such a soft-swept sorrow and potent imagery throughout Flightless Bird. The reader becomes incapable of doing anything other than reminisce and trail back down to their most broken times after they finish reading this poem.

Mermaid Serenademermaids serenade humans,
and use them as their slaves,
drowning them in the ocean,
their cries carried by the waves.
Mermaid Serenade

This piece is a fine example of the beauty in brevity.

Finger-Lengththe space between us
becomes further and further,
as you drive your motorcycle
along the coastline -
your body shielded by your
leather jacket;
your unshaven chin caressed by
the wavering hands of the spring.
you pass an empty church,
filling with the stinging, soulless
curse of saltwater
        (like my heart filling with despair.)
the deathless gods
attempt to undress my mind of
images of your handsome face,
       (it does not work…)
and the mortal men ignore
my pleas and search for you.
once finger-length apart,
lying on the sand,
the sea nibbling at our toes –
now,
the distance increases,
and lying on the cold ground,
       alone
in the meadows of
roses and crocuses and violets
drowns me in more loneliness.
if i pinpoint the place on a map,
of where you are now,
we would still be finger-length apart –
but i know that you are further,
and it’s going to take more
Finger Length
"lying on the cold ground,
      alone
in the meadows of
roses and crocuses and violets
drowns me in more loneliness."

I am very appreciative of the line breaks through out this poem which makes me somewhat sync my breathing with its produced rhythm. Apparently, Finger Length is one out of a sort of mini-series imaginative-lioness has compiled in a folder entitled August and Mara which you can most surely find in her gallery.

Lingerhow can i move forward,
when the fingerprints of my insecurities
are still lingering within my chest,
pressing against my ribs like piano keys?
i am just waiting, for the day,
when the saddest parts of me
are overcome with songs of serenity.
Linger
"my insecurities
are still lingering within my chest,
pressing against my ribs like piano keys"

Linger is a gathering of of succinct and imagery and emotion red-ribbon-wrapped in a beautiful mini-poem.

We imaginative-lioness.

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on first relationship finale by Sammur-amat

The mind goes on step by step, putting weight to the previous one. Here, by this mechanism, the speaker's mind drills trough her memory and delves in the innermost part of herself. (I assume it is a she.) It is a natural introspective process that occurs when the mind is unleashed, wandering freely in the nothingness of uncertainty. Therefore, the way in which the poem is built, is quite well-suited to the theme. [Read more here]

on Myself, Formed from Someone Else by AzizrianDaoXrak

Technique wise, the writing is beautiful. The repetition of questions and certain words punched me in the throat and the anger/intensity was perfect. [Read more here]

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