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i.
"are you sleepy today?"
"yes."
"but you were sleepy yesterday."
"i know."
ii.
she stirs her pomegranate green-tea until it turns from clear to purple
setting it on her bedside table and climbing back into bed again.
her fingers follow the bluer-than-usual constellation veins on her wrists and down
to the freckle on her forearm and then the scar on the inside of her elbow
crossing the tendon as if it were crux.
and then she remembered that God hasn't been with her lately.
iii.
today is long and sunny but when she steps outside the humidity creaks her bones
and her skin starts to inflame.
she assumes that if getting the mail is a struggle, having a child would be too.
iv.
often times when she sets her tea down she remembers that her Bible is in the drawer beneath
along with the crucifix necklace that her mother made her.
v.
her husband comes home late nowadays and she never questions why that may be
because she knows.
she would do the same too if she had a wife who took four different medications a day just to do the laundry.
instead she listens to him fall asleep right beside her and once she sees the gentle rise and fall of his chest she takes his hand in hers
and rubs her fingers over the bumps and knots that she once had memorized.
"are you sleepy today?"
"yes."
"but you were sleepy yesterday."
"i know."
ii.
she stirs her pomegranate green-tea until it turns from clear to purple
setting it on her bedside table and climbing back into bed again.
her fingers follow the bluer-than-usual constellation veins on her wrists and down
to the freckle on her forearm and then the scar on the inside of her elbow
crossing the tendon as if it were crux.
and then she remembered that God hasn't been with her lately.
iii.
today is long and sunny but when she steps outside the humidity creaks her bones
and her skin starts to inflame.
she assumes that if getting the mail is a struggle, having a child would be too.
iv.
often times when she sets her tea down she remembers that her Bible is in the drawer beneath
along with the crucifix necklace that her mother made her.
v.
her husband comes home late nowadays and she never questions why that may be
because she knows.
she would do the same too if she had a wife who took four different medications a day just to do the laundry.
instead she listens to him fall asleep right beside her and once she sees the gentle rise and fall of his chest she takes his hand in hers
and rubs her fingers over the bumps and knots that she once had memorized.
Literature
Apologies to Lao
Each day is its own microstep--
since I woke from my mother's womb,
I longed to mimic new words, trammel
the sound until it blossomed
like a newborn, and oh how I birthed
stories--told them how I wanted
the author's sacrosanct title
once I've grown. But growing meant
learning the practice of citizens
and their due contribution: beast-slaying
nature of please, thank you,
an apology: sincere
or not. Then there is time--the first
breath of nine, exhalation
of five, the suffocating mandate
of overtime. You grow used to it:
the cyclical disappearance of parents,
pervasive need of sleep, a home-
cooked meal's gradual transmogrific
Literature
Six Word Story
my mother kept smiles in bottles
Literature
plumbum
she has a heart of gold
and she, a heart of lead
and she, a heart of uranium.
and they go walking sometimes, the three of them.
gold is confident in her worth,
untarnishable
bought and sold and bought and sold
the virgin whore
and lead behind,
heart heavy in her chest
guilt from bullets
and pride from pipes
and anxiety from irreparable brain damage
and somewhere off to the side treads uranium,
tumors growing,
white skin glowing,
thin frame for a dense core.
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Edit: Thank you so much for the daily deviation! I was so excited when I found out that I jumped up and down.
Thanks so much to for the feature and suggestion! I really appreciate it.
I'm so awestruck right now, thank you!
Also, thank you to all the new watchers and to the deviants who favorite this piece. I can't say thank you to all of you but I really do appreciate your generosity.
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this poem is for a contest that #LiterarySanctuary [link] is holding.
it's supposed to be about the month of June.
how could this poem be about June?!?! WHAT ABOUT THIS POEM IS JUNE-ISH? WAT.
yeah, i know it's pretty vague but i will explain:
"crux" (which is in the second stanza, fifth line) is a constellation that can only be seen in April, May and June.
the rest of the intended references are made in the first line of the third stanza. "long" - June has the longest days, "sunny" - June is very sunny (at least in TX), and "humidity" - in TX, June is very humid. (i don't go outside which is why i'm so pale)
that's honestly it, and i hope this is good enough for the contest!
thank you and good luck to everyone else that entered!
p.s.) i don't capitalize my poetry, i'm sorry if that disqualifies me.
p.s.s.) i wrote two poems in one night WOAH
Thanks so much to for the feature and suggestion! I really appreciate it.
I'm so awestruck right now, thank you!
Also, thank you to all the new watchers and to the deviants who favorite this piece. I can't say thank you to all of you but I really do appreciate your generosity.
_____________________________________
this poem is for a contest that #LiterarySanctuary [link] is holding.
it's supposed to be about the month of June.
how could this poem be about June?!?! WHAT ABOUT THIS POEM IS JUNE-ISH? WAT.
yeah, i know it's pretty vague but i will explain:
"crux" (which is in the second stanza, fifth line) is a constellation that can only be seen in April, May and June.
the rest of the intended references are made in the first line of the third stanza. "long" - June has the longest days, "sunny" - June is very sunny (at least in TX), and "humidity" - in TX, June is very humid. (i don't go outside which is why i'm so pale)
that's honestly it, and i hope this is good enough for the contest!
thank you and good luck to everyone else that entered!
p.s.) i don't capitalize my poetry, i'm sorry if that disqualifies me.
p.s.s.) i wrote two poems in one night WOAH
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This was incredibly painful for me to read.
It describes perfectly what I am afraid of becoming.
Faved because it's gorgeous and also because, I guess, I'm a masochist and want to be able to find this poem again quickly.
Well written, indeed.
It describes perfectly what I am afraid of becoming.
Faved because it's gorgeous and also because, I guess, I'm a masochist and want to be able to find this poem again quickly.
Well written, indeed.