Daily Lit Recognition for April 22nd, 2014
RevelationThe couch beneath me is old
The cappuccino machine across the room?
Younger than I am
For a moment I forget why I’m here
Coffee? Conversation? Company?
Feedback from the mic grates against my eardrums
While patrons chatter with excitement
One performer, two performer, three
Each one weaving words with artistic grace
The first lights a spark
Second sets down the tinder
Third fans the flames
I am pulled aside for a moment
My attention drawn to my heart
I lace my fingers through his
As he asks if I want to leave
I tell him no, It’ll be over soon
But really I want to hear what they have to tell me
About myself, themselves
Heat and emotion mingles with smooth laughter
An amused look from my other half
Is met by a smile
Sweet words warm those who hear them
While leaving my bitter drink growing cold
The personal glances of an impersonal audience
Draws me inward
Old dreams reignited with the hope of a future
I thought was lost
It’s only when the fourth artist speaks
With a da
seasonedshe has a wicked left hook.
with a loose fist, she swings -
room reeking of masculinity and fusty equipment.
fierce lights and a deafening crowd -
leather pummeled against flesh, striking the temple:
the skull gave way and her opponent, hollowed and limp,
collapsed to the canvas, staining the mat with sweat and blood;
she swings again, clenching a heavy fist on impact.
the bag buckles, harsh metal clanking.
I Belong HereI went down to the rainy river one night, hoping to lose myself in the cold, clear waters.
Foggy, warm, the smell of wood smoke drifting down the banks; I stood in the middle of the current, knowing if I was sucked under no one would find me for quite some time. I could hear the pealing of the church bells in the village, miles away, carried softly to me on the faint breeze. They reminded me of the distance I had put between myself and those walls, the distance between the people sitting in those pews and the world I had escaped to.
I blocked out the bells. I blocked out the birds coming down to the water for a drink before putting down for the night; I blocked out the howling of hunting dogs picking up my scent several miles down the trail; I blocked out even the sound of the water bugs, floating and flitting across the top of the rushing water. I blocked out all but the beat of my heart and the sound of the stars far above -- I could feel them calling to me, and even as I stood chest
Old FriendsThe visit happened suddenly, and to her complete nonsurprise.
She had been typing up a report on various South Asian butterflies when he had simply appeared in her room, as casually as if they had agreed beforehand to meet there. “Hello,” he said calmly from the doorway. “Don’t mind me.”
“Hello there,” she replied, just as casually. “You’re always welcome here.” She didn’t bother turning around, knowing that, at her age, she would no longer be able to see him. She was aware that she was far beyond the age where visitations by imaginary friends, however beloved when younger, were considered acceptable. But she was about as bothered as she was surprised.
“It’s been a while since I last visited,” she heard him say mildly as he walked around the room, just out of her sight.
“It has,” she agreed. “Sorry, I don’t think there’s another chair here.”
“It’s all righ
Reisefieber...Endlich es ist soweit. Der erste Urlaubstag.
Ich sitze am Bahnhof. Drei Stunden bevor mein Zug eintrifft, um mich dorthin zu tragen, wo ich mein Herz verlor. Noch drei Stunden warten. Aber ich liebe es auf dem Bahnsteig zu sitzen und die Atmosphäre zu genießen. Die ein- und abfahrenden Züge, die ein leises Singsang von sich geben. Nicht mehr wie früher, dass es einem beim Bremsen fast das Trommelfell zerriss. Sondern ganz modern. Es klingt fast wie eine Tonleiter, mit leisen Tönen, die mich friedlich einlullen.
Gespannt sitze ich auf der Bank und beobachte die Gesichter der Menschen, die von einem Gleis zum anderen eilen. Es macht mir Spaß sie zu beobachten. Die Hektik in ihren Augen. Das Heimweh oder auch die Sehnsucht in die Ferne. Ich fühle es direkt in mir.
Teile ihre Anspannung und Entspannung. Menschentrauben sammeln sich um mich. Studieren ihre Fahrpläne und auch ich schaue nun zum Xten- mal auf meine Fahrkarte.
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