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Daily Deviation
October 26, 2013
Dead languages and bitter tea by ~IntelligentZombie
Featured by BeccaJS
Literature Text
We were directly opposed,
circling each other in a confining pool,
my mouth seeking yours, but only finding
the fragments of composure you left in your wake.
"Nunc scio quid sit Amor",
you said once, and I agreed with you,
then looked up what the hell you meant
as soon as I was alone.
We went stargazing when we were hungry
and fed ourselves with the names
and the glow of all the stars
that spread themselves out to tease us.
"This is what I see in you," you flattered,
pointing at the sky while the wetness of the grass
soaked into our backs.
"You're that string of pearls, right there,
hanging around the neck of the sky.
You are more than what I’ve been looking for,
more than anything I've ever tried to find,"
you painted stars and lies.
I left you job listings in the mornings,
and you told me my fortune,
in the bottom of my teacup.
We were directly opposed; I told you to leave if you wanted,
so on a night too cold for me to see the comfort in your dreams,
you left, gathering your gadgets and souvenirs.
I couldn't find the taste of ginseng pleasant,
nor read the words of dusty geniuses
whom you'd left lying on my shelves.
Pegasus was lost without you,
with the dull rope of Pisces beneath her wing;
I was alone, so I searched for you
finding clues in the faintest signs of you.
When I found you with a bag of broken clocks
and no grasp of reality, I loved you.
I told you, "Amor sempiternus,"
and you couldn’t respond.
circling each other in a confining pool,
my mouth seeking yours, but only finding
the fragments of composure you left in your wake.
"Nunc scio quid sit Amor",
you said once, and I agreed with you,
then looked up what the hell you meant
as soon as I was alone.
We went stargazing when we were hungry
and fed ourselves with the names
and the glow of all the stars
that spread themselves out to tease us.
"This is what I see in you," you flattered,
pointing at the sky while the wetness of the grass
soaked into our backs.
"You're that string of pearls, right there,
hanging around the neck of the sky.
You are more than what I’ve been looking for,
more than anything I've ever tried to find,"
you painted stars and lies.
I left you job listings in the mornings,
and you told me my fortune,
in the bottom of my teacup.
We were directly opposed; I told you to leave if you wanted,
so on a night too cold for me to see the comfort in your dreams,
you left, gathering your gadgets and souvenirs.
I couldn't find the taste of ginseng pleasant,
nor read the words of dusty geniuses
whom you'd left lying on my shelves.
Pegasus was lost without you,
with the dull rope of Pisces beneath her wing;
I was alone, so I searched for you
finding clues in the faintest signs of you.
When I found you with a bag of broken clocks
and no grasp of reality, I loved you.
I told you, "Amor sempiternus,"
and you couldn’t respond.
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i.
she talks through her wrinkles,
'i have no desire for food', she says.
i take her plate to the kitchen
noticing how the beetroot shavings bled into the skin of the chicken and brown rice.
it was blood, skin, and bone,
and the rice was a million starlike cells floating between.
this reminds me of my anatomy textbook:
we've been learning what's beneath our skin,
we learned that all cells divide. some cells often don't stop dividing.
other cells divide and stop when they should...
but not my grandmother's.
starlike, they explode, they shatter, they consume
they divide.
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i want to be mad at my grandmother's cells,
but what would that do?
i
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Written for =Sammur-amat's contest, Written in the Stars. 
My zodiac sign is Pisces, and I worked the constellations in throughout, and more specifically when she can't find Pisces by herself. The first stanza references the two fishes of Pisces, following each other. The beginning symbolism of Pisces finds early roots in Ancient Egypt, and flows into Greek mythology, and then on into modern astrology. The nature of the lovers in the poem and their connection is connected to the fishes, and their aspects in the modern Western zodiac.
The quality of Pisces is mutability, and I pulled a lot of information about the sign from this article on Pisces to define the behaviors and the relationship of the people in the poem. Because Pisces is ruled by Neptune and associated with spiritual journeys and emotionality, I tried to give their relationship and an ebb and flow of the tides connected to the sign.
"The fish are usually portrayed swimming in opposite directions; this represents the duality within the Piscean nature."
"According to 20th century astrologer Robert Hand, the fish facing upwards away from the ecliptic is swimming towards the heavens, or is seeking spiritual illumination. The other fish swims along the ecliptic, concerning itself with material matters." [wikipedia.org]
Latin phrases I used:
"Nunc scio quid sit Amor", meaning "Now I know what love is". Attributed to Virgil.
"Amor sempiternus", meaning "Love eternal", or "Love lives eternal/forever".
Edit: My mom is officially amazing. She went through this with me, line by line, to help me polish it up for the contest.
My zodiac sign is Pisces, and I worked the constellations in throughout, and more specifically when she can't find Pisces by herself. The first stanza references the two fishes of Pisces, following each other. The beginning symbolism of Pisces finds early roots in Ancient Egypt, and flows into Greek mythology, and then on into modern astrology. The nature of the lovers in the poem and their connection is connected to the fishes, and their aspects in the modern Western zodiac.
The quality of Pisces is mutability, and I pulled a lot of information about the sign from this article on Pisces to define the behaviors and the relationship of the people in the poem. Because Pisces is ruled by Neptune and associated with spiritual journeys and emotionality, I tried to give their relationship and an ebb and flow of the tides connected to the sign.
"The fish are usually portrayed swimming in opposite directions; this represents the duality within the Piscean nature."
"According to 20th century astrologer Robert Hand, the fish facing upwards away from the ecliptic is swimming towards the heavens, or is seeking spiritual illumination. The other fish swims along the ecliptic, concerning itself with material matters." [wikipedia.org]
Latin phrases I used:
"Nunc scio quid sit Amor", meaning "Now I know what love is". Attributed to Virgil.
"Amor sempiternus", meaning "Love eternal", or "Love lives eternal/forever".
Edit: My mom is officially amazing. She went through this with me, line by line, to help me polish it up for the contest.
Edit: A DD?!! So unexpected and wonderful, thank you so much to ^Beccalicious for featuring this!
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I prefer free prose so much over metered rhyme... You have a wonderful voice and I enjoy reading your work very much. I am new to this site and will post some of my work soon enough, but I am hardly a disciplined or prolific writer. I hope to be inspired to write more by following your prose. Thank you for sharing, you are a pleasant read 