ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Daily Deviation
Daily Deviation
September 2, 2014
a dangerous hallucination by prettyflour " tells an interesting story all while promoting knowledge about real life issues" (Suggesters Words)
Literature Text
The light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
feel it.
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
couldn't speak,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I never stopped to think about...
until my wife shook me.
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
feel it.
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
couldn't speak,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I never stopped to think about...
until my wife shook me.
Literature
You Were Not An Aquarium Boy
Sea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
Literature
i hear knives in the wind
something in the timbre, tall heat,
sugar licking palm fronds fat cats
sweltering sundays.
wash the salt; wash the afterburn it
isn't
like we planned you never
say the words plain, only
mm
mm if we ever could we maybe stay
we always tried but couldn't shake
the open space we make the world a-
nother shape as we stand among the
timbertall sugar licking palm fronds
fall.
til heat escapes.
and voices change.
sugar licking palm fronds fall we
had to know the after-all we had
t
Literature
Bo.
When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
-
6
-
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
This is my entry for SpiralingSpontaneity 's contest.
The theme is: billboard of butterflies
When I first read the prompt, I was immediately reminded of a very… dangerous situation. My brother in law suffers from diabetes, and he told me of a time when he struggled to control his blood sugar. He hadn't been feeling well- came home early from work and sat down in his dining room…only to have intense hallucinations of butterflies invading his china cabinet. Thankfully, his wife recognized that he was in distress, and was able to get him help. This is my interpretation of what he saw, and how he felt.
Feedback is always appreciated.
Thank you for reading.
The theme is: billboard of butterflies
When I first read the prompt, I was immediately reminded of a very… dangerous situation. My brother in law suffers from diabetes, and he told me of a time when he struggled to control his blood sugar. He hadn't been feeling well- came home early from work and sat down in his dining room…only to have intense hallucinations of butterflies invading his china cabinet. Thankfully, his wife recognized that he was in distress, and was able to get him help. This is my interpretation of what he saw, and how he felt.
Feedback is always appreciated.
Thank you for reading.
© 2014 - 2024 prettyflour
Comments88
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Overall
Vision
Originality
Technique
Impact
Alright.
Let's start with random alliterations. The main issue I have is that they mess with the initial flow of the poem. One appears in the third stanza, almost cautiously. That one worked really well. The others in the fourth stanza are the issue. They seem forced, and break up the flow. They come all the sudden in the middle of the poem and then leave just as quickly. That would be ok if the hallucination was coming and going or there were more in the poem itself. That being said, I liked them and think the poem could gain much more from their use. Looking at the third stanza alone, I feel you have a fantastic grasp on giving the devise its space while allowing it to fit. It's something that if you can make them flow, you'll be golden.
I do not like the ellipses(...). I can see how they could add to the surreal quality of the situation, but the frequency in such a short poem detract from their impact. A comma would make the second stanza flow much better. The three dots seem like too long of a pause. I like their use in the fifth stanza. You created a great sense of terrifying confusion. I did not like them in the last stanza.
The last stanza is a whole other story. My issue is that the problem(hallucinating) is not dissipated or even mentioned again. Your description of the hallucination and what should be there were very strong, and the last stanza completely drops the imagery and comparisons. I think it is too short for all the work you put into the hallucination. The juxtaposition between hallucination and real life is lost there when there could be a great gain.
Some of the shock is lost without the explanation that this actually happened. I think you could easily gain it back by strengthening the last stanza.
I have minor issues with your choice to use the word "tempest" in sixth stanza, but I do not have any suggestions as to what could replace it.
Now things that I adored!
Mentioning that the window was facing east while the sun was setting was a fantastic detail to include. The effect wouldn't have been as good without it(I tried reading it without it and it just wasn't the same).
The slight hints at the main character being diabetic where phenomenal as well. They allow the reader to feel the character's plight so to speak.
Your imagery is fan-freaking-tastic. That's the only reason I was so hard on you before. You have a special quirk about you that makes me think you could be even more descriptive. Don't confine yourself. Let those butterflies be even more fantastic, even more alive. I know you can.
I loved the stressed words being in italics. You have a great eye for making us have the main characters thoughts(at least in this poem. I haven't read any of your others...yet).
So overall this poem is only the tip of your artistic iceberg. I think it's good, but you can do so much better. Everything about this poem suggests you have a wonderful eye for the world around you and can make a fanciful story out of real life(even if said story is slightly sad and scary). You got this, so go for it.