hopeburnsblue

intuition bird, sing bright the dawn as blooming secrets fall soft on mosaic stones; our gentle vines creep wild as wind, a wandering metamorphosis: winter caterpillar, spring cocoon, summer wings twinged and falling into flowers before reinventing destiny harmony garden, keep parched and persevering; this world will stop one day to water the seeds with why, and was, and maybe someday could be-- for now, nature watches quiet as sun-dust butterflies collect drifting souls like wishing stars

Silver Lining Symphony by AlwaysRainCheck, literature

Literature

Silver Lining Symphony

Remember how summer sings quietly in your ears; when your stray heart stutters hold it and wait, for your cold hands are meant to hide the fire within. Listen, every symphony, every beautiful thing is made of pauses and broken pieces; diamonds do not reflect the light until they are cut. Remember how the sun filters through cracked clouds after a storm; when the rain gently kisses your palms, forgive the scars for what has been. Listen and always remember, far beyond this pain there are luminous adventures, thriving, in the wake of your resilience.

Dove Grey by SilverInkblot, literature

Rediscovery by haphazardmelody, literature

Literature

Rediscovery

It's not that I am expanding the realm your fingers can tread, retraining my skin as it were to respond favorably to your touch; it's that I am rediscovering you. I am remembering just the way my nerves calm when you roughen my skin with your sanded fingers. I am stuttering my pulse quiet when your breath hitches mine, and I am curling doubt and regret from my heels to your careful palms. You cradle my chest to yours, the peace caresses the pain, and somehow we step from today to tomorrow.

The Traveler by copper9lives, literature

Literature

The Traveler

She blew in on the last day of summer, arriving just as the wind began, clutching an artist’s portfolio and a hatbox. There was wonder and wisdom in her bright blue eyes, softened by time and crow’s-feet, and a perfect maple leaf the color of flame was caught in her unruly red hair… her perfume hinted of woodsmoke and oak tannins and the spice of faraway, foreign ports. I helped her carry her hatbox from the train station, and when she smiled at me, I knew everything was about to change. We shared a cab to the little seaside town where we were both staying, there on the cusp of the world; it had long been one of my favorite

i had an out-of-body experience. by laurotica, literature

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i had an out-of-body experience.

I had an out-of-body experience at the age of thirty-one. Every year between the ages of ten and eighteen, I sent a letter to NASA. I told them a little bit about myself, the same general description year after year, and always insisted that despite my medical condition, I would one day love to sail through the stars. My dream was to be out there in the universal abyss, exploring every unknown corner until we knew all that we could. Art would taunt, “Sick kids don’t go to space” before Mom slapped the back of his shoulder with a spatula. NASA was as nice as they could be, but the bottom line was that we all knew I could

Found Fossil by YppleJax, literature

Literature

Found Fossil

At the southwest corner of a suburban housing development, a small untamed wood thrives, not trimmed and planned and manicured like everything around it. But it seems to hunch slightly, as if it knows its wildness is a facade, only reluctantly allowed out of some sentimental impulse, and at any second it might be chainsawed into proper order at the whim of the association. Still, if you walked all the way to the center, where a small stream flowed in the gentle shade, you could imagine yourself miles away from civilization. That was part of the reason June came here. She was sitting cross-legged at the base of an oak, furiously sketching

Driftwood Dreams by betwixtthepages, literature

Literature

Driftwood Dreams

Hope, burning, blew like driftwood across white beaches as sunrise breached the distant horizon line. Life driftwood on white beaches, sand sullied calm dreams. The distant horizon line, turbulent, wailed a mourning. Sand sullied calm dreams like a burden we couldn't shake. Turbulent, wailing a mourning, we loosed wishes to the sea. Like a burden we couldn't shake, sunrise breached as we loosed wishes to the sea: hope burning blue.

When you feel you have lost everything by SilverInkblot, literature

Literature

When you feel you have lost everything

there are still books you haven’t read and clothes you’ve never worn hanging lonely in your closet. When you feel you have lost everything, there are flowers sleeping under the frost. When you feel you have lost everything, there is a place around the corner you’ve never seen from the other side of the door and a stranger waiting to welcome you in. When you feel you have lost everything, there is a corner of your house filled with dust. When you feel you have lost everything, there are stamps you haven’t used and windows that have never seen pure sunlight. When you feel you have lost everything, there are pennies wast

Flower Girl by stargirl2791, literature

Literature

Flower Girl

I could be picking petals off flowers: “He loves me, he loves me, he loves me…” It’s not even a question anymore, not even a wish, and the petals fall like pebbles, facts that land with solidity sound. “He loves me.” The thought, the sound, bounces off my lips and prisms hope into my heart, and forget-me-nots bloom where the daydreams land. “He loves me.” I have taken root in the heart of another, and he has taken root in mine, and we are bound by the unseen Force that led us to each other. “He loves me.” These petals are not lifeless; they do not fall and die. They trail behind

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Artist // Professional // Literature

Aug 25
United States
Deviant for 14 years
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My Bio

Mel Finefrock is the author of Patchwork Poetry and is in search of a home for book two. She has received creative writing awards from the University of North Texas and the Coalition of Texans with Disabilities. Her work also appears in publications such as HuffPost, Elephant Journal, Conscious Style Guide, Plano Magazine and Aromatica Poetica.

Favourite Visual Artist

John Bramblitt, a blind painter

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Pentatonix, Green Tones, the Nor'easters, Sara Bareilles, Jason Mraz, Boyce Avenue, Sleeping at Last, the Lovebirds, Pseudo Future, Heart, Fleetwood Mac, Halestorm, Nothing More

Favourite Writers

Andrea Gibson, Rudy Francisco, Megan Falley, Val Vera, Amanda Lovelace, Amanda Gorman, Taylor Mali, Tad Williams, Rick Riordan, Amie Kaufman, Jay Kristoff, Andy Weir, Melissa Caruso

Tools of the Trade

Braille and my imagination

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hopeburnsblue

Jun 12, 2022

Checking In

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Hi, everyone, It's been so long. I miss connecting with you all and supporting each other's work. As many of you know, I am legally blind and use my computer with the aid of screen reading software. Unfortunately, the new Deviant Art platform is not currently compliant with accessibility guidelines. I was able to hobble along for a while, but screen reader compatibility has continued to deteriorate. I am in dialogue with dA's developers about this and am hopeful things will turn around, but it could be a while. As such, I wanted to let you know I'm writing again and am directing the flow of content to my Facebook author page for now. Hope to connect with you there, and hope to be back here soon. Warmly, Mel https://www.facebook.com/melfinefrockpoetry

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hopeburnsblue

Mar 30, 2019

Oops! :doh: I've never been so late seeing a DD. These past few weeks have been busy both in good and bad ways, so I just logged back on yesterday. Thank you, @JessaMar, for featuring "Between the Lines"; I'm truly honored. :heart:

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hopeburnsblue

Mar 6, 2019

Hi, friends! A few of my pieces have been moved to storage temporarily because they took a trip to online magazine, Aromatica Poetica, as part of its Blind Writers Project. Many thanks to AP and the Awesome Foundation for making this feature possible...

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