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Ladybug

Contributed by ShadowDaughter on Tuesday, 11th January 2005 @ 04:53:47 AM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry



she thought he understood
ladybugs

sidewalk artists
captured them, fluid lines
single silhouette-
sidebyside
on sun-spattered park benches
and their eyes the same
when it
alit upon her hand

and he learned of
chipped black nail polish
as fingertips met
and it, in garnet glosswings,
traveled their length

silent because
words
would have been too much,
they watched it spiral
away into a potential sky

[and maybe he
didn't want to see
envy glinting
past her soot-blacked lashes
-
and maybe she
ignored his smoke-stained fingers
that curled and wished the ladybug
ever in his hand]

but she was never so ruby-hued
as in his eyes
and he dreamt of ladybugs
that night

days interwove

he found her in
mauve streaks in flaxen hair,
honey sandwiches,
nightlights aglow after twelve

she found his
shows, his albums, his cards

memorized his
bitten nails,
hand in hers, always
(he never glanced down and
saw her white knuckles)

-and she began to
dream of ladybugs
{he felt her start to slip slip slip away she wanted to fly again}
flicking dewy wings

he gripped her hand
tighter
{he was losing her she was sliding from his grasp she would be gone}
her voice, "stop it; you're hurting me"
{she would fly away from him with her brilliant shades and she would not be there anymore and lost}
grip remained, momentarily-
he let go.

lustre fading, she
had to breathe and soar (again)
"I'll be out
for a while," she called
coveting space, newness, others
{she was getting away he could not keep his ladybug forever he was losing her losing her}
-no response

past midnight,
accusations and
too-soft words, torn
from ragged throats
and senseless lips
forgetting once-touches

-he listened
as they crept from him, her,
and permeated the room
insidious-
reducing [them] to
black claws, black shell
eyes on floor
bug, wingless

days interwove

she fluttered withered wings
it scared him
--flesh, flesh--
scarlet and she smiled now:
a name to fit the thoughts at night

suffocate soon
bug's death between
trembling thumb and forefinger
-she said, "sometimes
you need to lose your wings
to learn to crawl."

as she
fell far enough to crawl
-away

like a ladybug
on a land bridge of fingers.

__________


Epilogue:

I don't know the ending to this, be it happy or sad. I don't know if she regains her wings . . . or if he does. I don't know what happens next, or if there's a "next" at all.

I guess we'll find out.




Copyright © ShadowDaughter ... [ 2005-01-11 04:53:47]
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Re: Ladybug (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 11th January 2005 @ 05:07:37 AM AEST
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silent because
words
would have been too much,
they watched it spiral
away into a potential sky

There were many such worthy quotes here - but I found it long for my tired eyes. You write wonderfully, and your poems are always vivid and ripe with emotion.
I have lived this progression, and felt understood by your words.




Re: Ladybug (User Rating: 1 )
by blowfish_jane on Tuesday, 11th January 2005 @ 07:40:44 AM AEST
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Wow that was a long one, but it was a beautifully writen piece. I love the way you write your poems you write with so much depth. Great write.

Hugs,
Jane x


Re: Ladybug (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 11th January 2005 @ 09:04:26 AM AEST
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Reminds me a bit of the "If you love something..." quote, only deeper and more painful.
I understand the need to fly, unfortunatly I also understand the difficulty in letting go.
Very well expressed nora.
The fact that you mention you don't know the ending to this implies that there WILL be an ending, given the situation it seems inevitable, but I hope it turns out for the best and is happy.


Re: Ladybug (User Rating: 1 )
by MoonlitAngel on Friday, 14th January 2005 @ 01:29:25 AM AEST
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holy *****...

i don't even know what to say. i'm sorry it took me so long to read this, but damn, was it worth it. i had just the slightest trace of tears in my eyes by the end.

the lines in bold are simply awesome. i for one found it extremely effective, i got sort of worked up inside reading that part.

coveting space, newness, others

just... damn....

as she
fell far enough to crawl
-away

you couldn't have said it any more perfectly in those lines. your understanding of things you've only experienced through someone else's lacking words is often astounding in such a quiet way.

i hope when we do find out what happens next (how could there not be a next after crawling so far?), that you write the ending to the particular story. i would just really like to see it put into your words. whatever it may be.

dee (ty)


Re: Ladybug (User Rating: 1 )
by SocialMisfit on Friday, 21st January 2005 @ 01:00:50 AM AEST
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way cool great imagry and a cool story

SM


Re: Ladybug (User Rating: 1 )
by lostinmyself on Saturday, 22nd January 2005 @ 12:49:29 PM AEST
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Omg...
*breathless and amazed*

Nora, I think out of all of your poems that this one probably touched me the most.

And from the bold part, all after that really caught me hard.

One of the most amazing writes hun...

*hugs you tons and tons and tons*
Phil xxx


Re: Ladybug (User Rating: 1 )
by SocialMisfit on Thursday, 3rd February 2005 @ 01:43:01 AM AEST
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very cool, a bit long yes but the time spent is little in the comparison of beholding such a wonderfull poem.way cool

SM


Re: Ladybug (User Rating: 1 )
by Bleeding_Nightmares on Monday, 7th February 2005 @ 11:02:44 PM AEST
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Well expressed, deep and vivid.




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