Fic: The Aspect Collection – Time
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peppermintfablesTitel: The Aspect Collection - Time
Fandom: Homestuck
Author:peppermintfables
Rating: G
There’s a puzzle in a frame hanging on a wall.
Providing the wherewithal to recall
the joy found in the hours spend
matching part to part.
Now never to be undone or given a new start
There’s a blank page being filled.
Graphite smudged and ink spilled.
What’s now a work of art
was once a pen, was once an oak.
The pencil growing smaller with each and every stroke.
There’s stars twinkling in the sky.
Loud, but colorful and bright, pleasing to the eye.
Not suns, enduring and distant,
but fleeting, man-made moments of gunpowder and fire,
a beautiful explosion to admire.
There’s a story being told again.
From mouth to ear, from brain to brain.
Reshaped trough listener and teller.
Pieces of the old and pieces of the new shining trough,
the half forgotten made anew.
There’s things to be broken and things to be made,
for each creation a price to be paid,
but no grief for gunpowder, old puzzles or pens,
when there’s fireworks, stories and art.
The old thing found in the new in each part.
Fandom: Homestuck
Author:
peppermintfablesRating: G
A/N: A bit of a different header than usual, because this is a bit of a different project and approach. For a while now I've wanted to create a poetry collection in which each poem is based on one of the aspects from Homestuck. The idea of writing poetry as fanfiction fascinates me and I wanted to try too. The only problem: Poetry is scary and I've not written one since I was 12 years old. That was actually my very first published fanfic! I wrote it at one in the morning, it was about 6 lines long and very angsty, and then i posted it directly to fanfiktion.de without proof reading it. I've taken a lot more care with this one, but I think I need to start channeling 12 year old me's confidence. So I'm throwing my first attempt on here to figure out how I feel about it. This might not be the final version and I will share links once I've officially uploaded it to ao3. Anyway here is my poem based on the Time Aspect!
There’s a puzzle in a frame hanging on a wall.
Providing the wherewithal to recall
the joy found in the hours spend
matching part to part.
Now never to be undone or given a new start
There’s a blank page being filled.
Graphite smudged and ink spilled.
What’s now a work of art
was once a pen, was once an oak.
The pencil growing smaller with each and every stroke.
There’s stars twinkling in the sky.
Loud, but colorful and bright, pleasing to the eye.
Not suns, enduring and distant,
but fleeting, man-made moments of gunpowder and fire,
a beautiful explosion to admire.
There’s a story being told again.
From mouth to ear, from brain to brain.
Reshaped trough listener and teller.
Pieces of the old and pieces of the new shining trough,
the half forgotten made anew.
There’s things to be broken and things to be made,
for each creation a price to be paid,
but no grief for gunpowder, old puzzles or pens,
when there’s fireworks, stories and art.
The old thing found in the new in each part.