Comment for a Feature--Feature 2

Again, with reviews for 's Review Competition!

SilverInkblot

MuseMy muse is a shadow
licking at my heels, curled up
in the back of my mind.   GreyI like the color grey;
it's not black and it's not white,
but sometimes it's a little blue.  

"SilverInkblot's gallery is filled with literature--from poetry, to longer prose, to flash fiction, there's nothing you won't find in it!  Her "Color Poem" form and dedication to DailyLitDeviations and the literature community in general are just a few more reasons you should already have her on your watch list.  Sifting through her pieces is like taking a deep breath before plunging from a cliff into a fog--you never know quite what you're going to find, but it's always beautiful. SilverInkblot is a deviant you should make a point to follow!"

0hgravity

  Taste the Crush of a Sunset's Dying BlushShe collected butterflies alive as cherished memories. 
A whisperer of the delicate things, velvet-winged creatures hadn’t a chance against her gentle murmur.  Nothing forced, she let them perch upon a lazily held finger as she flipped page after page detailing each down to wandering antenna.
“You, darlin’, are a white-dotted Cattleheart,” she breathed its name soft as spells. Thin, black legs pawed at her skin in recognition. 
“I have seen you before, lovely?” Dark shadows, outlined by red and white polka-dot seams, fell and rose like a sweet, slow nod.
She smiled as it fluttered off her finger to a nearby bed of white flowers landing –  a black cloak draped over a mound of snow.
Returning her attention to the butterfly book, her eyes lit bright.
“Hey there Pipevine Swallowtail.” She sighed to her newest guest, “are you carrying my dreams? did you swallow my heartwishes last night? Wait…” She  

"0hgravity is one of those deviants who can take an old idea and twist it into a totally different creature.  With a beautiful sense of language and description, her pieces take readers on a journey of heartache, salvation, redemption, revenge...and everything in between.  There is a quiet desperation--a hope that someone, someday, will be changed by her words--to every piece; it seeps from every word.  0hgravity's unique, beautiful gallery will leave you breathless....and keep you coming back for more!"

LockmanCapulet

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"LockmanCapulet's gallery is full of surprises--from fan fiction, to original characters, to some awesome Bionicle creations.  While there aren't many deviations in his gallery, you can tell that he's enthusiastic about the dA community in general, and does his best to bring a fresh perspective to his corner of the dA world.  With a kind heart and a helping spirit, LockmanCapulet is sure to win you over with just one look at his gallery, so go check it out!"

Christianonfire7

Winter loveTwilight on the California beach,
the soft cry of seagulls fill the air.
Sand crabs dance beneath my feet,
as the low lure of the waves draw me in.
Hand gliding through the surf- flowing
with the strength of the deep- grasping
unto the tip of a feather.
That is when I remember you the most,
your frantic scream breaking me from my daydreams.
“Are you crazy lady? It is thirty degrees!”
Those words, they continue to run their course.
Stepping from the ocean, blackbird feather in hand,
I turn to look at you, to see that dumb founded gaze.
“You don’t know the half of it.” I laughed.
Winters are unlike summers, where
summers have flings, a couple months of
momentary kisses that never linger longer than
unexpected pregnancies.
Winter however, brings less of a bitter sting.
or so I thought until you entered my life.
Your eyes were always in a bubble of adoration,
like a loyal dog gleaming up at his master.
You became my best friend, fingers entwined.
In time, we w   Keep holding onThe wind won’t stop rocking this boat,
these waves keep crashing me down…down…
You say ‘I’m here for you, I’ll hold your hand.’
But you can’t stop the blade, or the pain in my heart.
It’s like a horrid dream birthed into reality.
And I fight, I fight like the pits of hell are on my heels,
Because you’re my voice of hope whispering,
‘keep holding on, keep holding on, please keep holding on.’  

"Christianonfire7 is a lovely, kind hearted deviant with strong beliefs and a gallery filled with heart.  Her poetry is beautiful and will bring the poet in you to the forefront; her photography is inventive and often catches a glimpse into a different world, a world we aren't all privy to.  If one thing in her gallery doesn't inspire and awe you, keep looking--you're bound to find a reason to add Christianonfire7 to your watch list!"

TarienCole

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"You might recognize TarienCole as the founder of FantasyLiterature.  If that's the case, you need to give his gallery a look-through, as well!  Focused on novel writing--fantasy, specifically--TarienCole knows how to set up a story and carry it through to entirety.  His characters are intriguing and realistic, and his dialogue flows so smoothly, you'll think you're actually listening in on the conversations instead of just reading them.  A dedicated deviant, TarienCole's gallery is definitely worth a look!"

BONUS--Two other deviants expressed interest in this project, and I'm feeling generous, so without further adieu...

travelgirlxx

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"While a fairly recent addition to my own watch list, travelgirlxx has already stolen my heart with her words.  She has a beautiful knack of getting to the truth of the matter and softening the blow all at the same time that is bound to leave readers gasping.  Another deviant with her hands in many artistic areas--literature spanning from poetry to flash fiction, along with photography--travelgirlxx is sure to snag your attention quickly and keep tight hold of it. Check out her gallery!"

AND

OfOneSoul

  Drowning Sirens: Prologue
Prologue: A picture is worth a thousand words...
Just off the Gulf of Mexico Mrs. Waverly was peeling the skin from a boiled shrimp she had bought at the market that morning. The steam had begun to rise in her quaint kitchen and she had raised all of her windows to thin the air. The smells of the sea rushed into her house, mixing with the hydrangeas and lavender she had planted outside.
She inhaled deeply and strolled into the living room, wiping her hands on a damp rag. Mrs. Waverly stopped just in front of the bay window facing the ocean basin. Off in the distance she could see the docks and a few fishing boats barely returning from their day's work. She pressed her fingertips against the glass and smiled warmly as the small heads of her children bobbed across a hill of murky white sand.
Mrs. Waverly waved to them generously as they held up their toy buckets in triumph. The face of her eight year-old son was smug and confident while her four-year old daughter's was f   Submerged in Swan LakeSwans and wings are floating by
on a breeze imbued with jasmine and
willows outstretching their arms in welcome.
Through deep breaths he arrives
plunged in murky, pungent water.
A quiet whisper, and he prays -
"Please... may I linger here?"
Willows lower their arms
and jasmine falls to the Earth
where the wind dies and finally rests.  
The crows are cawing hymns,
begging to be swans.
But only the duck submerged in Swan Lake
has delved the desired shore.
Its waters dangerous and plagued
by monsters baring their teeth;
most ghastly and putrid they are
that no crow may ripple its surface
nor any songbird seeking beauty fair.
The Swan Maidens bare their chests
and open their wings in veneration -
for the duck has sought beauty through courage
and earned his guise of grace and virtue.

"OfOneSoul is one of the most kind hearted, enthusiastic deviants I know--just recently made Senior, she always has SOMETHING going on, be it a contest or a project or a new smattering of community news. If you know her from one of the many groups she participates in or admins for, but haven't read any of her writing, you need to change that! There's a soul to each piece that is bound to leave readers breathless, a sense of something deeper than the words.  She has a knack for making the world more beautiful with just a few descriptive, well-chosen words.  OfOneSoul is a talented, wonderful deviant--you should definitely check her out!"