LizleMouton

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Day Trip to Paris by LizleMouton, literature

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Day Trip to Paris

Paris is always an adventure, and no two days are ever the same. My day trip to Paris on Jan 27th was no different, and in a word, amazing! The day started off perfect with the promise of sunshine for the day. Mary and I took the 11:37 train, it was a Friday and I had the day off while Mary had one morning class. I, inspired to be more French-like, bought a baguette and croissant amandes (croissant with almond paste inside, to DIE for!) for the journey. While heading towards Paris we came up with a list of things to see and do. Our first stop was Montparnasse to do a little shopping, and to see the roof-top garden over the Montparnasse tra

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Salt by LizleMouton, literature

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Salt

A thought came to my head Golden images full of warmth fill my mind As visions of our future pass behind my eyes But then that thought came to mind, a sad thought While my happy visions danced In my imagination, I thought – What if tomorrow morning I wake up And it’s August once again? What if tomorrow I wake up And realize With a cold, heart-breaking dread That it was all Just a dream? That my love Didn’t exist? What if I scoured reality, only to find… That he was never real? A new vision comes to my head. I know how it would be. In my mouth, there is no taste I cannot taste sweetness or the succu

Autumn Sunset Sky by LizleMouton, literature

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Autumn Sunset Sky

Through the blinds of my room The four-walled sanctuary, my Personal art museum and library Past the street lamp, grazing above the roof tops In pastel-covered silk, you rise gently upward As the sun sets Your deep, tender blues soften my eyes; Lavender blends with orchid; I dare not call you pale; And tint the color of my mood; I feel serene You blush with a creamy orange hue, shy and humble as you stand Across the setting sun, But I See him not. You alone fill my finestri You are the Lady with the crown of mauve Away goes your king. The queen's train approaches Casting shadows on your feather-light gown, yet The darkness can

Late October by LizleMouton, literature

Heart-Theft Most Foul by LizleMouton, literature

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Heart-Theft Most Foul

I look up to the sky. Dozens of stars, far away Like glittering specks, Of fragmented diamonds scattered— On the ocean floor Still shining brightly through the waves of the black-blue sea. His eyes are blue. Blue like when there is not a cloud in the sky. A Golden-yellow sun brings out its azure face. Those eyes taunted me, haunted me; drove me mad! The Eyes that fell— beneath two dark crescents, Upon that fair moon-like visage But one cannot love someone only because of Eyes. There was more than just —The Eyes of sapphire blue, But the Smile. It is inviting, charming, friendly, and –Eye-catching

Emberlynn by LizleMouton, literature

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Emberlynn

This is Fall, know her in the prime and See How she dusts the world with golden ---- Too dew-like to be dust; neither is it ash but beings of Living flame That does not burn. They lick with honey-scented Warmth that perfumes the fire-colored leaves Life – observed from the other side of the pane *Quotidien-like Mindless gazing; the grounds and houses go by, yet Behold! A glint catches the eye, and cannot be unseen For there, there stands one of her daughters Autumn's seed Towering with multiple, graceful limbs raised Vibrant curls, encrusted in jewels, have stolen the sun's glory Venus? Or Athena? In power and beauty she is

Far Away then Close by LizleMouton, literature

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Far Away then Close

What a curious tree that stands amongst the taller pine. No, not a tree, for I think it moves: why it's dancing! Like a circus flea, leaping into the air; the indistinct figure caries its arms in a peculiar fashion. I do believe I hear some music. Who is this strange being dancing so gaily in the woods? A boy, yes I can see now it is a boy; young but not too young. The music plays louder now, and the boy keeps dancing. Lo! The boy plays the flute! Not only he dances but plays the music to which he moves his limber feet. If it were not for the music and the dance, I would declare him a simple boy of simple dress, and hardly out of the ordina

Alone by LizleMouton, literature

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Alone

Ripples in the river cast disfigured, unholy shapes Caused by a flock of geese, deserting these dark waters; the shore recollects their stay By the feathers that are scattered there, and in dampness sustained against the wind That chills. Young feathers, down feathers, from the young who then grew And have flown away, and from those who fly No more. Unhappy is the shore, who is left with all the pieces, the evidence Of a life no longer abiding on that river. The birds Shall come, and piece by piece, take the feathers off the shore to build their homes, And the shore will be left, bare and Snow- laden.

A Failed, but Good Idea by LizleMouton, literature

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A Failed, but Good Idea

It was a hot and dry summer that year for Missouri. This probably made up for the chilly winter and muddy, wet spring they just had. However the people could not hide their discontent with the weather, for the smoldering heat of the sun showed no mercy. One particular family was suffering quite horrendously, and they were the Vickers. All was quite and still in the Vickers household. Melissa was asleep in her crib, near an open window which brought a feeble breeze in every now and then. Downstairs Mrs. Vickers was peeling apples she bought the other day to make apple sauce which they could chill in the fridge and use as a refreshing dessert.

An Angel of the Night Sky by LizleMouton, literature

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An Angel of the Night Sky

There is an Angel of the Night Sky, with one sacred task To greet the new comers, and answer all that they might ask To help and to guide them with what Knowledge he knows, Is what the Father had charged Zephaniah, which he most gladly bestows. Hark! Hark! See the one bursting now! As the dust glitters down her brow Her naive light too shy to pierce the dark Such a pure being, bashful with her spark With her eyes, two diamonds of light, Towards the beloved Earth she rests her sight And beholds all the mortals in battle and war Such horrible scenes of violence and gore! The pair of fiery eyes turned away; she felt cold and afraid

First Day Spills by LizleMouton, literature

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First Day Spills

(approx: 1600 words) Prologue: It is a common experience to move, whether it be out of a room, a neighborhood, a school, home city, country, or even a continent. Whatever the case may be, there always seems to be that sad feeling hanging off of your heart, like a clinging child that does not wish you to leave, while you are packing that last box. You take a good look at the room, which is quite empty by now, barren and plain; like a white desert. Yet it was here were some of the best memories of the last several years, took place. Such were the feelings of Charlotte Grenier that day. Wistfully she stared into that part of space where time

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Artist // Hobbyist // Traditional Art

July 29
Canada
Deviant for 18 years
www.instagram.com/ovella.designs/
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Mama of one. Wife. Blogger. Lover of watercolour, portrait drawing, illustration, photography, as well as graphic design. I'm a bit of a jack of several trades, specializing in watercolour and pencil portraits.

I'm always drawn to colourful, bright, and feminine designs, and my style reflects that.

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Alphonse Mucha

Favourite Movies

Brave, Aquaman, Paddington, Midnight in Paris

Favourite TV Shows

Doctor Who, Downton Abbey, Once Upon A Time

Favourite Books

Narnia, Chroniciles of Faerie, Pride & Prejudice

Favourite Writers

Jane Austen, C.S. Lewis, OR Melling