Poem rec: Taking, and what's your idea of poetic?

[crowroad3]

Title: Taking
Poet: laughablelament
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Wincest
Tags/Warnings/Spoilers: incest kink
Prompt: "Taking some 'we' time." - Dean, 10.04 (Paper Moon)

Look at this sexy thing laughablelament posted at spnapo!  And by 'sexy' I don't mean the line breaks. (OK that too.)

We'd love some prompts or poems/poem-like things/lyrical drabbles/images/self-contained bits of fic/

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[caranfindel]

I don't know if the rest of the world considers this poetry, but z_publicizes published a new chapter of Blood Will Out (thank you baby Jesus) and maybe this quote is just really good prose, but to me, it sings:

He was fully conscious that this wasn't the Mark, driving. It was just in the passenger's seat, humming along. Driver picks the music. Yes, it sang when he picked up the knife - he could tell by that particular electric bodily thrill, sharpening his senses to that razor-edge, highlighting the vital points in the body before him: jugular, carotid, femoral, kidneys, solar plexus. The map of nerves, gaps in the skeleton by which to reach the critical organs - but then again, it would have been just as sated if he'd hacked the prisoner's head off, open and shut. The Mark lived and hungered for the final act, wasn't too particular about the build up. No - holding himself back, even while he was slashing and bashing, burning and turning knives in wounds as if trying to uncork the body like a bottle of wine - that was all him. He knew this. He

[crowroad3]

oh, it sings. <3!

[z_publicizes]

Not to speak for the baby Jesus, but you're welcome. And thanks <3

[z_publicizes]

Okay, so, recs. Here are some (out of many) hybrids or prose works infused with what I think of as the values of poetry. When I think of prose poems I think of crowroad, askance, laughablelament, kalliel, indiachick--but they've already been mentioned or are present. *waves*

DirigibleBoyKing's fœtus; œstrus
"Your belly swells pale as the sky, and just like last time there's the congratulations. Inbox full of unanswered emails. John, gruff sometimes, holding your gut with wish-calloused palms. Your house has changed, maybe in salutation; tree outside it bare-knuckled, scraping brittle fingers over your window when the wind mumbles through the streets. Dean doesn't like it. You haven't told him that the noises live under your skin. He's scared of the dark, anyway. Dean is four, a little thing, affectionate. Eyes like winter rain."

quiescent9's The Family of Things--Sam and post-Cage trauma, Sam/Dean, non-linear.
"It is another day. There's a road. You're supposed to follow it. You've never liked driving. Too many variables, you said

[crowroad3]

Three of these I've read and they're on my "poem-prose" list too--and two I haven't: compo67 and quiescent9! Excellent excerpts.

Adding here some from writers not yet mentioned in this conversation:

two by two by story_monger (prose poem)

And nigeltde, whom you've recced before--but this:

Shark Fin Blues (poetic prose). Am also a fan of David Milch (esp. his Deadwood) from whom the summary for this story ("a lie agreed upon")comes; another writer who truly appreciates the rhythms and interactions of words!

These two are verse rather than hybrid:

Union Lines by ponderosa

Killing Time by de_nugis (sestina!)

All the great recs you and others made on my sentence post on spn_writing; what wealth of poetic prose!
recs, great lines