Saga ~ Unnumbered Impossibilities ~ UDC3 Completed in time 1/28 ; Thank you all *hugs*

"Aide" was perfectly done. I think that one might be throwing a lot of people (me included!). All of these are great, the creativity is amazing! As for clone adoption... only if they'll play well with my Lukie.

 

Hello.

Just discovered your luminous poetry.

Is it possible to be blown away by every single line? The answer is yes.

 

earlybird - The Aid/Aide thing just jumped at me and throttled me until I gave in. Sometimes I think that as foreign speaker I am more tempted by wordplay like that. (Probably because my pronunciation is way off )

Vadey - Can't have been that good if your fave is from last week. I'll do better, promise.

Azure - I'm Teh Trickster. But you don't have to choose anything.

ginchy - Erm, how exactly does it throw people? Clones are perfect team players. If you take a squad with one man missing, they'll make Lukie their fourth member...

epithree - My answer would have been 'no, you can't.' But I'm glad you like it. *looks up 'luminous'*


Note: Copper refers to the armour, not the hair.

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[b][u]Week 9: Colours of the Heart[/u][/b]


[u]1. Purple[/u]

If purple is for royalty
Darn, how royal must we be
It covered us many a day
What can I say
Sometimes we got on top of it
A punctured lung, a broken rib
Abrasions, or a sprainèd neck
One or two eyes turning black
Scar tissue across the back
A blasted cold turning us blue
A searing fever; we're red, too.
But bruised is what we are the most
Purple skinned, hurting host
To pain
It was not in vain
Because now we are the best
If purple be for royals just
There's no one more royal than us.




[u]2. Orange[/u]

It is the colour of death
Of destruction and of loss
Not black or white or any other
Is as much death as orange is
Orange like Geonosis
Of course it seemed much darker
Turned to mud
With out blood

Before that day we were unbreakable
Invincible, indestructible
On that ferocious orange day
We lost more than those who died
We lost the world, our certainty
The promise of who we would be
Identity

We pull ourselves up again, get ourselves together
And realise that there is no forever

No, we don't get forever
And just a glimpse of now





[u]3. Green[/u]

The colour of the oceans,
The colour of the sky
The colour of a dreary day
The colour of my nights

Forbidden green

I remember them cloudy
Stormy green like the sea
(that was grey)
I remember them clear
Like night skies
(with stars included)

Forbidden green
Translucent
Looking at me

The only green that I got to see
For real for so long
Before my first tree
Before the first ocean, and the first sea of grass
Such a special colour - green
Even now
It remains very special.

Because it is still forbidden
My perfect and special green.




[u]4. Silver[/u]

This is said to be
The hour of the sea
- I see nothing -
That is to say
With my eye

The HUD feeds data, all kinds of as ever
Be the night ever so dark
The lights inside shine bright
- we shine? -
but there is no gleam
to be seen
from outside.

This is the hour of the sea
For those who can see
- I can see nothing -
blinded by the eyes
not made to see dawn
like a beauty,
But like a pawn

- but -
Aligning
the horizon
-
a silver lining




[u]5. Copper[/u]

If I only could keep one truly useless thing
It would be made of copper
In the colour that is proper
And having it would sting

Maybe it is really a blessing
That all our past is really past
And our memories will not last
But fade away, and not sting

But I know memory to be dangerous
It paints the world in a shiny hue
That has never ever been true
No, memory is most treacherous

But even if you could give me all copper that there is
I would remember her - (and) the copper that I miss

 

WOW

Beautiful as all the others
Purple and orange so touching describing the wars.

Great work again

 

Gorgeous! My favorite was copper.

 

Orange... what amazing words you always find, hon!

 

No, seriously--how do you write these and make them so perfect and so well fit together? They're all wonderful (AS ALWAYS!) but I just love purple. That last line really packs a punch, and reminds you of what all they must be going through to be so purple (and black and blue, I'd imagine). Excellent, excellent work!

 

earlybird - Thank you. Those two are easily the best of that bunch. The rest was - difficult. I think it shows. *shrug*

Vadey - Once I made copper the colour of the beskar'gam and not of the hair, it went well. I just wanted to avoid cliche.
Poor Moki, having a crush on his trainer.

Azure - Amazing words are all around, all you have to do is bundle them together. Associativity and connotation, those are the real masters of poetry.

ginchy - and that I hold my inner monlogue in poetry - it happens
Sorry, if forgot the rest of that one right now. It's something natural to me, I think. On the other hand I am amazed by people easily structuring a novel and plotting as if it was nothing.
Yes, purple, black and blue. My poor boys.

And, despite NaNo and my mad scramble for word counts...

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[b][u]Week 10: Food Chain[/u][/b]


[u]1. Cantina [/u]

The doors: double
Windows: negligible
Patrons: a few
Weapons: none
We're done.
Another recce run.

But then
We return
Commandos on a mission
Of assassination
Unstoppable,
Not by doors, not by windows
Not by a few unarmed patrons
Not by the bartender with a gun
He's down
Move along

The backrooms: dim, smoky
People running as we
Move in on the target
One shot and we're gone again

And as the Duro bleeds and dies
We already look towards the skies
There's the extraction
Timed to perfection
Hit and run
Hit and fade

And Jerem nicked -
The warra nuts





[u]2. Tapcafe [/u]

I remember that day, I sat in a tapcafe
It was fun
A recce run
And we drank caf and had to pay
But clones don't get no money
Funny

The owner kicked up much of a fuss
Unfortunately
For actually
I rather liked the place

I liked to sit there and be normal
Just a man
With a friend
And caf and nothing formal

I felt sorry for our host
Not that it mattered much
in the end
we had
to blow it up

but I still remember to this day
how it felt to sit in a tapcafe




[u]3. Diner[/u]

On every other corner I see them
And they tempt me with their smell
Every other owner offers to me
I wonder if they can't tell
That I am a clone
Did they never seen one?
Even on Coruscant?
In that case I demand -

This is my favourite
It serves deep fried nerf
Frosted cookies
Caramelised warra nuts
And it smells
- like heaven -

And I think how it must be
To go there with real money
To buy...
It's the one way
I could squander my pay

If I had any
[i]Fried nerf[/i]
Why can't we -




[u]4. Mess Hall [/u]

Safe haven
Like heaven
Relax and recline
Food - it's divine
More food and never enough
It's where we meet the others
That are not our brothers
Where we share
If we dare
Experience
Allegiance
Consequence
Confidence
But never ever the doubt
We might have about
Anything

Safe haven
Shelter, Refuge
Never to be compromised
Never
This is our sanctuary

But how could someone understand who grew up eating food?
We had to wait 'til we were twenty to find out it is good.
But that is something
You can't imagine
It is understood
We take other things fro granted.





[u]5. Dining Room [/u]

And in the rubble that remains
A single silver fork
A shattered chandelier
A broken bottle and the cork
Still in the neck
Though it is a wreck

I turn a shard over in my hand
- still wet -
With red
Wine

The leg of a broken chair
Jutting out the debris like a nail
Ready to impale
- is just a detail -

And I have never seen
A tapestry
Though this might be
One
Or just a napkin
Or a curtain
A tablecloth?

I have seen enough
Though I never saw at all
Beauty before the fall

 

I see a lot of beauty and wit in your poems though!

 

Lovely poetry again surprising us with the thoughts of the clone soldiers.

The last one was beautiful

 

Loved all of them, but my favorite was this:

5. Dining Room

And in the rubble that remains
A single silver fork
A shattered chandelier
A broken bottle and the cork
Still in the neck
Though it is a wreck

I turn a shard over in my hand
- still wet -
With red
Wine

The leg of a broken chair
Jutting out the debris like a nail
Ready to impale
- is just a detail -

And I have never seen
A tapestry
Though this might be
One
Or just a napkin
Or a curtain
A tablecloth?

I have seen enough
Though I never saw at all
Beauty before the fall

Bravo!

 

Wow.

Now this is poetry!

You're amazing at your craft.

 

"Mess Hall" flows beautifully, but "Dining Room" is something I could really see, especially the part about the shard of glass still wet with wine. Very powerful images! Excellent use of the prompts!

 

Sorry for the delay. I was on holiday without internet. But now I'm ack.
And I bring to you: drabbles!

Azure - Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. But there are always ways to nudge the casual onlooker in the beautiful direction.

earlybird - Thank you. I wouldn't be surprised by any thought coming from a clone. They're so many and each so different. Moki might be an especially sensitive one though, if such a thing exists.

Vadey - It's certainly very strong because we associate certaing things with a dining room. To lay that in shatters is sad.

epithree - I just love poetry. It's a much more direct way to a readers heart.

ginchy - *lol* I didn't really have anywhere to go with Mess Hall when I was already through with the description. Glad you like the sudden turn. And the human brain realises only a very small part of teh visual input, so you just have to find the one image that says it all and fill teh whole field of vision. *whoomp*
Or something like that.

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[b][u]Week 11: Not Getting Better[/u][/b]


[u]1. Denial [/u]

What is one in a million men?
- Even if he is your brother -
What can that word mean anyway
- we do not have a mother -

We have our names
We have our numbers
- Jerem, Silas, Fi -
Look like a million
Act like a million
- silently walking by -

You do not know (that we know)
You do not feel (what we feel)
You do not think (but we do)

Just because you forgot
To define humanity
Doesn't mean it doesn't apply.

It's not us who are in denial
(not that it helps any)




[u]2. Sadness [/u]

Mirrored water in the eyes
Unable to move or breathe
Cannot think
Endless spiralled repetition
one word
one word
one word
one word
only one word
over
and over
and over
again.
And those eyes!

Only one word: [i]Don't![/i]
Why can't I remember how she said my name
Just before that?

It's not that I didn't hear
It's not that I didn't care
But I am who I am
One word
one word
one word
one word
only one word
over
and over
and over and over and over
Endlessly over
Again.

Clone
Clone!

Why can't I remember my name?






[u]3. Anger [/u]

Red Hot Blazing Abyss
Deadly Burning Chasm
Staring up with glowing eyes
Beckoning
Let go
Give in

Jump

Swirling blackness consuming fire
Twisting turning endless ire
Swim or drown
All the same
Soul aflame

Keep moving
Keep moving
Keep moving
Or you might just explode
Bright like fire
And my body in motion
And my head not processing

And the voice of my [i]vod [/i] on the comm

"It's okay, Moki, he's dead."

And at my feet something
That might once have been alive
But a being no more.

Silas' hand on my shoulder.
"There's more where he came from."




[u]4. Guilt [/u]

The rubble of another city crunching under my feet
The plexes and deecees in the distance pounding a steady beat
And I have not seen a civilian here for amazingly long
Where did they go to, I thought this was their home?

To us it often seems as if the world was made of shards
Fragments, pieces, rubble parts
And if there is a place to be intact
We don't get there, it's a fact.

And I don't look left or right
And I don't think black and white
Don't consider wrong and right

So where does it come from?




[u]5. Acceptance[/u]

So this is it, and it is now
At least, it is a battlefield
And the sky so blue, incredible
And I do get to see it

- I have always liked the sky,
promise of endless freedom -

I wish I hadn't cut all channels
I'd like to know how it goes
But if they knew
They'd only turn back
Silence is golden

- I can feel it in my ears
and I will miss them -

Suddenly the sky tilts away
- no more blue for me -
I get star-spangled blackness
- it ain't so bad -

 

WOW absolutely beautiful those drabbles.

Clones yes they are humans too.

Loved the poetry

 

When I read your poems, I'm reminded of something Almanzo said to Laura in the "Little House" books. He told her that her songs (which often had humorous takes or questions on life) always fit. That's your poems. They always fit. Great update!

 

Yet another gorgeous set of drabbles. I think I loved Acceptance the most.

 

Red Hot Blazing Abyss
Deadly Burning Chasm
Staring up with glowing eyes
Beckoning
Let go
Give in


Don't we all know these feelings, but letting it all out leads to the dark side.

I am glad you choose putting them for us into poetry, hon.

You always write things down in a way, where we can find ourselves.

Thanks. I love your up-dates!

 

<insert rant about DRL here >

earlybird - Thank you. And yes, they are. It just takes them some time to find out. And most of them don't get that time.

ginchy - Sounds ominous. Maybe I just know my shiny boy so well that it always works. I would like to think that I understand them. [face_wistful]

Vadey - Uh-oh. I'll probably come back to that moment again. Still, it's the only thing Moki can do. Who's thre for a clone?

Azure - I hope you feel better now. The secret is how we deal with those feelings. *gets you a punching ball*


Note: I am not sure it is allowed, it might cost me my participation in the challenge but -
I didn't write a singel word of 'Star'. I just put together the lyrics from those four songs. No line clipped, no word inserted, and when I counted, I got a perfect 100. That one was meant to be.

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[b][u]Week 12: Feeling Time Change[/u][/b]



[u]1. Comet[/u]

We rise and fall
Fire and stall
Own it all
- or not -

speed of light
and we fight
noon to midnight
- is that right -
it might

blazing our trail across the sky for those to see who see
burning bright, just one night we will be
invincible
impossible
unbreakable
unshakeable
soaring high and those who know
may try to show
where we were

we won't be there come sunrise
we won't be back come nightfall
we won't be back at all
and who will remember our blaze of glory
when there's nobody to tell the story?




[u]2. Star [/u]

Stars will show
I used to believe in forever
I'm empty and I'm cold
I will lose you

Shame on you
But I'm tired of the fighting
Oh, I was truly born to follow
We're all to blame

Wherever you are
Come and find me
Crashing down to earth
That's where I'll meet you
Just for a while
Knowing all I know
One is coming your way

Fading like a dead star
All alone and wide awake
I'm out here in the dark
Dead stars still burn
Dead stars still burn
Dead still stars burn

And the stars will show



[i]( Michael Abbot & Sarah Weeks - Wherever you are)
(Muse Dead - Star)
(Roxette - Stars)
(Covenant - Dead Stars)[/i]



[u]3. Planet [/u]

I wish I had one to call my home
And don't even start with [i]Manda'yaim[/i];
I have never been there
I don't care.

I would like to have a farm and grow something for a change
A garden, some stock, a wife and kids, why does it feel so strange?

I will never understand
Why we were raised so torn
Warriors to the bone
No reason to go on
no chance for a son
No place to call home

If I had something for which to fight
And my brothers to share the plight
Who can know what might
happen





[u]4. Moon[/u]

It's a cold moon that carries no forgiveness
It's a cold moon rising above the sea
I have no words to call my own
Borrowed and buried
In a strange land
Stranger to myself

And the cold moon watching without forgiveness
Cold stars and a freezing fate
Hurt and lonely, suffer alone
Where are my [i]vode[/i]?

And as I open my eyes
The blackness of the skies
The cold and creeping fingers
The fear that lingers
Must yield
In my field of vision
Three viewpoints are moving
- [i]vode an darasuum [/i] -

I curse my duty as scout.
Moki out.





[u]5. Nebula [/u]

Surrounded by the white fog
Of iridescent colours
That is the future
That is [i]tion meh[/i]
The endless possibilities of decisions yet to be made
Fingers of past lancing through, pointing to light and shade
You can do, you can be, the future is free
The decision is yours and laughter
Where it leads you can't see
It's just possibly
That what might be
Floating and swimming in all directions
No destination only potential
Nothing fixed or written in stone
Tomorrow is free for everyone.

but me

Pinpointed in the wafting sea
A pinpoint destination for me
Black
Dead
End

 

BravoGreat pieces of poetry. Describing in those words the feelings of a Clone soldier.

 

Bravo! Loved them all, but this was my favorite:

3. Planet

I wish I had one to call my home
And don't even start with Manda'yaim;
I have never been there
I don't care.

I would like to have a farm and grow something for a change
A garden, some stock, a wife and kids, why does it feel so strange?

I will never understand
Why we were raised so torn
Warriors to the bone
No reason to go on
no chance for a son
No place to call home

If I had something for which to fight
And my brothers to share the plight
Who can know what might
happen

 

*feels the change, puts out the sun en goes to bed*

Mel, you are a miracle!

 

Sorry that I'm just getting around to this!

I'm still blown away by your poems, and completely envious of your poetic ability. I'd point out my favorites, but I'm not sure I can choose. I'd sound like a broken record, anyway.

Great job.

 

My comment last week was a compliment, no worries. I'm really enjoying your poetry, very much. This week was no exception. I really think the longing in "Planet" was the most bittersweet.

 

Thank you earlybird.

Vadey - Sometimes I really wonder what would happen if they had something to fight for, something more than indoctrination. I think, it might be better for the galaxy they don't.

Good night, Azure. and have nice clone dreams. *feels more like miracoli*

No problem DarthBerryStraw. I'd tell you how to if I didn't suck 100% at being a teacher. Don't worry about repeating yourself, I feel like I'm doing that in the drabbles, too.

ginchy - Okay Longing is maybe the easiest to write with clones. they are so much and have/get so little.


Better late than never. I had problems with snow.

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[u][b]Week 13: Whatever the Weather[/b][/u]



[u]1. Sunshine[/u]

It is on my face, on the back of my hands
A feeling almost like trickling sands
A comforting warm, a feather touch
Red fire behind the lids and such

Relief

For us who were raised in rain and artificial light
To us who are only outside when we have to fight
The touch of a sunbeam on our skin is so alien. Deny
That this is not normal, if you can. I must keep my

Belief

And this moment
Fleeting, solvent
To think that some of us
Never felt it at all
No sunshine before we fall

Too Brief




[u]2. Overcast[/u]

That this day of all should be overcast
Grey and white clouds
A fine spray of rain
Grim irony up to the last
Moment
I can't believe the impossible

Give me a smile
-impossible-
That's what we were made to be
Dependent, strong
To stand alone
In everlasting loyalty

I cannot stand anymore
I cannot-

Let me see the sky again once more
Just once again
I need the sky
To-

The time is now, the place is here
And it's nothing like what we fear
I know my brothers
Safe with others
All I need is the sky
To-





[u]3. Rain[/u]

Feeling it is a conscious decision
Take off the helmet
Lay the head back
Get wet

Closing my eyes I take a pounding from the rain
Washing away the mud
The blood
The weariness and pain
If just for a moment
- Endex -

"Put your bucket back on, you'll catch a cold."
Of course that's Sila warning.

"Yeah, you'll die of pneumonia and never get old."
Jerem again, still joking.

I haven't heard a word from Fi
For too long
I open my eyes, look around
And find him frozen
In my pose
Eyes still closed.

His is a salty rain.



[u]4. Snow[/u]

I wish we had more missions in snow
We blend right in
Similar, the same
White on white
And each of them like each of us
The same - not.

One-thousand three-hundred eighty-four
Stolen heartbeats,
Images
Stars
And each - like each of us - the same.
Not.

You never really think about it
How many millions are there
Look around, a whole planet covered in snow
And each flake, a small perfection
And each flake, a perfect reflection
If only you take time to see
And a picture

I could spend days doing this
Because they are like us





[u]5. Wind[/u]

Blowing from the heart, it carries truth
Lies, truth, lies
- truth -
I must believe
And it carried my name

Blowing from the heart it carried her soul
Warm and fleeting, insubstantial like a kiss of snow
Lingering memory, of who I wanted to be
It carried my name to my ear

Oh, she could shout a storm no doubt
Whip it up with words so loud
You couldn't hear your thoughts
But this soft wind blowing from our heart
Passing out lips carries the words
We mean to say into the sky

It's not correct, anatomically, of course.