LJ/DW craft swap
Mar. 9th, 2010 09:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sereneIn response to the talented ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snippy, I hereby offer:
The first five people to comment in this post* get to request that I write them a five-words poem**. The deadline is one week for each request -- so if you're the first person, I'll email it next Monday (March 15), second person, March 22, etc.
In return, you have to post this in your journal (offering graphics, vids, writing, crafts, whatever), regardless of your ability level.
* The first five on each of my main journals -- Livejournal and Dreamwidth
** In a five-words poem, you give me five words, and I will include them in the poem. The five words can be names, made-up words, profanity, whatever.
snippy, I hereby offer:The first five people to comment in this post* get to request that I write them a five-words poem**. The deadline is one week for each request -- so if you're the first person, I'll email it next Monday (March 15), second person, March 22, etc.
In return, you have to post this in your journal (offering graphics, vids, writing, crafts, whatever), regardless of your ability level.
* The first five on each of my main journals -- Livejournal and Dreamwidth
** In a five-words poem, you give me five words, and I will include them in the poem. The five words can be names, made-up words, profanity, whatever.
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Date: 2010-03-10 01:07 am (UTC)Five words --
rest.
sorrow.
love.
terror.
grass.
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Date: 2010-03-10 04:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-03 03:13 am (UTC)Magnolias
He said he would be back
That time when all the magnolias had just dropped their blossoms
As though they'd taken off their dresses
Which now lay in heaps around them in the grass
The air was thick with the scent of them
Almost sticky
His acid-washed jeans hung low on his hips as he loaded his things
He hitched them up with a fierce tug I felt in my throat
His blue-gray eyes avoided mine as they never had
My mother sobbed in the corner of the porch
I couldn't speak
Even when he pulled me to him and the smell of
Tobacco and sweat and loss and love
Made me squeeze my eyes so tightly shut
I saw pinpoints of light for minutes afterward
The magnolia petals turned from pale pink to rust brown
As the calendar counted my sorrows, calling them days
But nights were the worst
I didn't rest, too busy waiting for him
Longing fought with terror when I managed an inch of sleep
My brain thought up ways in which the hot desert and the unknown enemy
Would kill him, would tear him like construction paper, would melt him away
When I get to this point in the story, everyone wants to know
If he came back
That is not the question
I wish they would ask
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Date: 2010-03-19 10:43 pm (UTC)sunshine
soft
hard
begin or beginning
old