Wednesday - poetry

[doreyg]

Onto day three, still DoreyG And today our theme is poetryWhether it's characters from a poem, a quote for a poem or even characters reciting poetry to each other. Today simply take your inspiration from the poetic side of life

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[elfinmouse]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, any part of Pablo Neruda's "Your Hands":

When your hands go out,
love, toward mine,
what do they bring me flying?
Why did they stop
at my mouth suddenly,
why do I recognize them
as if then, before,
I had touched them,
as if before they existed
they had passed over
my forehead, my waist?

Their softness came
flying over time,
over the sea, over the smoke,
over the spring,
and when you placed
your hands on my chest,
I recognized those golden
dove wings,
I recognized that clay
and that color of wheat.

All the years of my life
I walked around looking for them.

I went up the stairs,
I crossed the roads,
trains carried me,
waters brought me,
and in the skin of the grapes
I thought I touched you.
The wood suddenly
brought me your touch,
the almond announced to me
your secret softness,
until your hands
closed on my chest
and there like two wings
they ended their journey.

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[xenoamorist]

This is beautiful.

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[elfinmouse]

I know, Pablo Neruda's poetry is always very evocative and engaging. I can't recommend it enough. :D

The Beginning Is Always Before Us

[misachan]

The dreams that keep Dean awake aren't always nightmares. There are times he stays up deep into the night staring up at the motel ceiling and just remembers, the screams and glinting knives of the Pit receding before hazy, half-formed memories he can only touch when the the night is still. In those quiet, stolen hours Dean remembers being placed on the edge between life and death, that surreal time of existing but still not living. He closes his eyes and remembers being bathed in gold.

He remembers hearing singing. He's never told anyone but sometimes when he's pulled over by the side of the road with the night all around him and the stars above him he can almost still hear it, soft singing in a language he's never learned, deep and low like waves crashing against a beach. He looks at his hand as he listens to that phantom music, tracing the lines in his palm and imaging another hand drawing them there. Sam's asked him veiled questions about the handprint on his shoulder - "don't you think that's kind of weird, Dean?"- but Dean doesn

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[elfinmouse]

This was just beautiful. I think I loved every line of it. You really managed to capture the intimacy and the sensuality of the poem here. Especially with how Dean can still hear Castiel's singing, and the admiring way Castiel was touching him. The last two lines were particularly lovely. Thank you so much.

Re: The Beginning Is Always Before Us

[misachan]

Aw, you're so very welcome! It's hard to go wrong with a prompt that gorgeous.:)

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[nevcolleil]

This is so beautiful! :) I don't think I've ever seen the fact that Cas rebuilt Dean adressed quite this way or quite so well!