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green pastures

soft meadows

trees shelter

wild flowers

sun shining

blue water

new summer

leaves growing


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This isn’t the first time you’ve done this

Disappointed me in my grief

This isn’t the first time you’ve brought me

To tears and to disbelief

But I will find from inside me

The strength to give praise to my God

For even from this, He can save me

Even from this, can bring good


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Sometimes, you lose a poem

It falls from your mind like drops of sunlight

Pouring molten into the next

At least, you pray, it’ll have a good rest


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we conquered cities

we stomped our feet

danced our war

to every beat

of our twin hearts

and no retreat

cry, my love

the taste is sweet


Today

Aug. 16th, 2017 08:51 pm
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I really need to get my exchange fic written. Odds are not good.


Wrote a poem:


we are tired

of the heavy places,

the deep tirades,

required graces,

every word

you ever spoke

from the day

my eyes awoke




Conlanging


I am hopelessly not up to the challenges, but I did do some work today. First, a word:


akuint • [ a.kui̯nt ] • 1. to sing, 2. to chant (a prayer or traditional song, particularly in a religious or formal ceremony), 3. to appease one more powerful with words, prayer, or song — verb


Then also, I figured out that Akachenti’s tendency to promote proximate, animate persons up a level may have come from originally have a proximate/distal distinction in second and third person pronouns and the agreement markers having merged. I’m not sure yet, but it seems more plausible than just willy nilly deciding that proximate third persons are really second persons, etc.


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Today, I remind myself

there is always cause to give thanks:

breath is in my lungs,

and I am alive to praise

the God who makes my heart

beat and gives me song

to carry me through the night

and days that are too long.


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Morning breaks the night

Dawn shatters in light

Hours passed like dreams

Nothing what it seems


May (poem)

Jul. 28th, 2017 06:38 pm
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Prompt here




I am grateful for the sun

It may be hot, but I am warm


I am grateful for the wind

It may be cold, but I can breathe


I am grateful for my friends

They may tease, but I am loved


I am grateful for the day

I may be tired, but I’m alive


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“One apocalypse, please,” the very polite customer, a lady in a fine dust blue trench coat, requested.


The proprietor went looking through his baubles and artifacts from a hundred million worlds and brought forth the prettiest bauble at last.


“Ah. The knob for the door of creation.”


“Well,” she said with a smile. “You know what they say.”


“All good things come to an end,” he agreed.


She paid him a lovely hundred thousand souls, collected by her favorite sirens, after some amount of haggling, then went out to go back to her own world. Time to shut the door.


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Prompt here




The thorn is sharp

‘Neath gleaming blossom

Bright in the lamp

Of Springtime’s sun


The guard before the

Gate to pleasure

Its prick as fierce

As edge of sword


The words that bite

The eyes that cut

All you see

Is love beneath


But should you want

My heart as yours

Respect the thorn

With which I greet


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Remind me not to say goodbye

The wind will whisper with a sigh

For I shall blow upon your face

When you and I have left this place

When all the stars are dust and gone

We’ve swept across the final dawn

At last to be the dust of stars

I’ll still know you, e’en that far


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All it takes to make us burn

Is one bright spark we didn’t earn

One hot glance and one white night

An ember born ‘fore morning light




For this prompt: Promptly Lyrical #012


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Joy is when we say hello

We breathe the air another breathes

We wrap our arms, for as we go

We are one in everything


Happiness is the way we walk

The road together where’er it leads

We laugh at night, by day we talk

And always care for the other’s needs


Friendship is how we live our lives

We’ve known each other since we were small

Complementary as cream and chives

And love each other best of all


true (poem)

Jun. 5th, 2017 04:16 pm
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today is quite a lovely day

in the most significant way

the way that means I spoke to you

and knew again our friendship true


So...

May. 9th, 2017 09:01 pm
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Rather than do something productive and useful with today’s break time, I worked on documenting the teams in Kingdoms and Thorn here: http://continuity.lianamir.com/Team_Operatives. Which is especially interesting because it’s just a high level anyway. It’s not all the actual stories and relationships, just stuff to help me remember who’s who at a glance. Most of which I already know off the top of my head pretty much always. :sigh:


That said, I did actually write a snippet of fic that’s been bouncing in my head for two days. It just doesn’t belong to anything I’ve been trying to finish or the two longer stories also bouncing in my head with the same characters.


If they didn’t arrive three at a time, I might get fiction written faster, you know. :headdesk:


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Ice Queen made it out injured, but it wasn’t injury keeping her awake.


On the other other side of the bedroom, Wolf breathed steadily, as though she slept, as though today weighed nothing.


Ice Queen rolled over and stared at the wall, into flames crackling beneath the cries of her mare, village burning because her raiders invaded and she couldn’t break cover.


She shuddered, scrambled abruptly out of bed, and crawled in beside Wolf, who blinked groggily but didn’t stop her.


It felt better to be held snugly, as though she were still innocent, unaware of what she could do.


Well...

May. 4th, 2017 05:45 pm
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Just wrote 341 words of a mini-scene from when Skylight got the name on her first real mission. Not bad.


I worry no one’s going to care about this story but me when it’s finally done. Because apparently, that’s now a thing I worry about. :headdesk:


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I feel the light,

burning in the distance—

It’s the light of a thousand fires,

the light of a hundred candles,

the light of a thousand souls

burning in a hundred hearts

(Can’t you feel the light,

not only in the distance?)—

but also in my heart.


seed (poem)

May. 3rd, 2017 02:59 pm
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there’s beauty in the silences

that swirl ’round my room

that enter into distances

that flirt with the monsoon

there’s something deep inside of me

the eye, a growing storm

I keep it close, this light you see

to spark me bright and warm


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