Prismatic (Batch #6)

[only_more_love]

Title:  Prismatic
Summary:  Fifty sentences about Booth and Brennan--together and as individuals.
Spoilers: None
Rating:   PG-13 or T
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This piece of writing is purely mean to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
Acknowledgments: Thanks and hugs go out to anyone who's commented on my fics.

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31. Completion

Brennan flips off the light on the nightstand, but Booth switches it back on in spite of the way she rolls her eyes at him, because at the end, when she comes, he needs to see her face.

32. War

Though her feet have trod ground in countries rent by war, sometimes Brennan thinks the most dangerous journey she’s ever undertaken is the one that ends with her fingers meshed with Booth's.

33. Natural

After weighing the pros and cons and considering the geometry and cartography of partnership vs. romantic entanglement, it feels unexpectedly natural the night Brennan fills her lungs with Booth’s breath.

34. Breathing

When Parker was still a baby, Booth would wake in the middle of the night just to make sure he was still breathing; he does the same thing now – with the beautiful scientist who dreams by his side.

35. Walking

Brennan’s strides are long and authoritative – like she always knows exactly where she’s going – but Booth knows better now; sometimes she’s just looking for him, wanting to rest her head on his shoulder until she figures out her next move.

To be continued...

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A/N: I read a poem today -- "One Star Fell and Then Another" -- by Conrad Aiken. Here's a snippet:

Let us be reckless of our words and worlds,
And spend them freely as the tree his leaves;
And give them where the giving is most blest.
What should we save them for,--a night of frost? . . .
All lost for nothing, and ourselves a ghost.

Isn't that lovely? I'm neither a poet nor a student of poetry, but my interpretation is that we should give freely of our hearts and our lives and our words instead of saving them for the "right" time. What does that have to do with this batch of sentences? Well, it inspired them.

I hope someone who reads my writing is touched by it; at its core, that's really all I want when I post fics here. OK, yeah, so I am a bit of a dreamer. ;)

Comments

[lime-mhc.livejournal.com]

Poem is lovely, as is *your* writing. The sentences are fascinating, complex things for "just" sentences.

There's a poem by Mary Oliver that reminds me of the same sentiment: The Summer Day (http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/133.html).

Have a good day.

[lerdo.livejournal.com]

The sentences are fascinating, complex things for "just" sentences.

In my mind, there is no "just." I'm not talking about my sentences, but about writing in general. Oh, and thank you.

There's a poem by Mary Oliver that reminds me of the same sentiment: The Summer Day.

Thanks for the link. That seems like a great site. I'd never read the poem, but I had read this (http://www.hbs.edu/mba/profiles/PortraitProject/). Take a peek when you have a little time to read. :)

Have a good day.

Thank you! Hope you do the same.

[buffyangellvr23.livejournal.com]

wow nice work :)

I wish I could still write; my poetry muse hasn't been around in a while.

[lerdo.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

I wish I could still write; my poetry muse hasn't been around in a while.

Maybe you could try writing something other than poetry. Maybe that would jog something for you.

[rollsofrice.livejournal.com]

This batch is wonderful--Sentence 33 is particularly stirring in its inevitability, and I love the concept of 'giving freely of our hearts and minds instead of saving them for the right moment'.

I'm actually doing the 1sentence challenge too, for a different table, and often writing down what comes to your mind first-- though not necessarily best-- usually works for me.

Thank you for sharing. (The poem is beautiful.)

They fall and fall, and still the sky is sky.
Two more have gone, but heaven is heaven still.

[lerdo.livejournal.com]

Your icon is wonderful. :)

Thanks so much for your kind comments; I'm glad you felt 33.

...I love the concept of 'giving freely of our hearts and minds instead of saving them for the right moment'.

It's not always easy to live that way, but it's certainly worth the effort to try.

I'm happy you're doing the challenge; it's neat to see what comes out of it. I'm not "officially" doing it; I just snagged a bunch of the prompts and am riffing off them.

It's terrific that you enjoyed the poem. It touched something in me, too.

[makd.livejournal.com]

I like the poem; I haven't read much of Aiken, I usually read Ferlinghetti, Hughes and Angelou, but this is lovely.

Love the update. My favorite is #37.

[lerdo.livejournal.com]

Angelou is wonderful.

Short of whatever I read in school and college, I've never been much of a poetry reader. It always intimidated me a little. But I'm now beginning to seek it out on my own and read it for the pure pleasure of it. Thanks for the recs.

My favorite is #37.

You mean the one that hadn't been written yet? ;) *giggles with you*

[http://users.livejournal.com/alderaan_/]

I love all of them, but #33 and #34 are especially sweet.
I can "see" Booth watches Brennan in the middle of the night *sigh*

Besos

[lerdo.livejournal.com]

Thanks, sweetie, as always!

I can "see" Booth watches Brennan in the middle of the night *sigh*

It's a pretty picture, isn't it? :)