Thank you for another great entry. I cannot wait to see more.
Don't be shy everyone!
Thank you for another great entry. I cannot wait to see more.
Don't be shy everyone!
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
He found Grandpa's threadbare armchair emptier without those tales
and thought a fuller wallet justified a garage sale
until his niece asked about brer rabbit. He took a seat.
Since there has only been 3 entries thus far, though as good as they are, to try and make things a little more interesting I will extend the deadline. Since I will be gone the first week of August I will make the deadline week after.
So you now have until August 8th
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
There is a soft stream, in the woods, which never speaks or listens.
There is a young rascal, who every night sings to it his memoirs.
The stream never answers; yet every night he is bathed in moonshine, by the stream.
Last edited by Alexander III; 07-17-2010 at 04:10 AM.
Swinging, I'd go high, then lay back to look at the falling sky
Laughing, stretched out full length like a racehorse at the finish line
These days I sit, eyes turned inward, in the silent room of memory
"The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its' own reason for existing." ~ Albert Einstein
"Remember, no matter where you go, there you are." Buckaroo Bonzai "Some people say I done alright for a girl." Melanie Safka
Far beyond the mist a flute is playing a haunting melody
and the notes which drift upon the air whose tears veil the land
call to me but I still can’t see the man who stole my flute.
*delete*
Last edited by Dark Muse; 08-07-2010 at 10:25 PM.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
The Crow and the Pigeon
Culling unanimously, the hordes of nights-dwellers.
Beneath the arcane moon, they teem into lighted pubs.
As there the crow sits with the pigeon over the city grubs.
Do forgive me Dark Muse for being two or three syllables short! :S
The Moments of Dominion
That happen on the Soul
And leave it with a Discontent
Too exquisite — to tell —
-Emily Dickinson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVW8GCnr9-I
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ckGIvr6WVw4
Wow this was really tough! There were in fact several poems which I thought would have made worthy winners and made my job as judge a most difficult one, for as we all know there can be only one ultimately declared winner. But everyone did an amazing job.
hillwalker: A beautiful poem which captures a very vivid and very touching scene which is filled with melancholy. I loved the concept expressed with the idea of the shared dream juxtaposed to the parting of the reality, and seeking peace within that private world of dreams.
krymsonkying: A very touching poem about loss and grief. I loved the way that in just a few short lines you displayed the different aspects of the character of the individual in the poem. The contrast in the lamenting and the practical. Missing the deceased and yet seeking the means of having to dispose of their belongings, I also loved how it circled back into the end with him taking his grandfather's place, and his connecting with his niece allowed him to re-evaluate his priorities.
Alexander III: I loved the way you drew from nature which is a common subject in many eastern poetry styles. You created some very lovely and almost haunting imagery, which creates a scene that feels both serene and yet seems also touched by a somberness.
qimissung: You created some lovely imagery with your poem, and it was wonderfully crafted. I particularly loved the line "stretched out full length like a racehorse at the finish line." I also thought the ending of your poem truly captured the essence of this style, as it did come completely unexpected.
Hawkman: I loved the unique direction you took with your poem. The touch of comic relief in the last line was great and it did come as a surprise. I also loved the way in which the last line seems to make the poem a parody of itself, as it stars off with this very dreary like atmosphere. A very enjoyable poem.
DanielBenoit: Your use of the word arcane moon makes up for a few short syllables *grins.* You had some great lines win your poem, and as always it was most enjoyable to read, as well as quite an original work. I particularly enjoyed the cleverness within the last line.
But after much difficult deliberation the winner is
~DRUMROLL~
Pendragon: Once again you delivered another marvelous poem. There was some stunningly beautiful imagery you produced in this rather haunting work. It was superbly crafted and I loved the way in which you turned the poem around at the end, and offered a glimpse of hope through the darkness in which the poem began. So much emotion expressed here in the use of only a few lines.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
Congratulations Pen - a worthy winner, and thanks DM for setting such a challenging form, and for your insightful judgement as ever.
H
Congratulations, Pendragon!
"The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its' own reason for existing." ~ Albert Einstein
"Remember, no matter where you go, there you are." Buckaroo Bonzai "Some people say I done alright for a girl." Melanie Safka
Congrats Pen!
The Moments of Dominion
That happen on the Soul
And leave it with a Discontent
Too exquisite — to tell —
-Emily Dickinson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVW8GCnr9-I
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ckGIvr6WVw4
Thanks to you all and especially to Dark Muse.
I think what I will set as the next form is this: A four stanza poem with all four stanzas written in haiku. Best of luck, deadline September 1.
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Totem
Thunderbird rises
beneath the red Eastern sky
born a guiding life.
Brother River flows
down through the Northern Mountains
carving out the Earth.
Trickster Coyote
of the Southern desert plains
swallows up the sun.
Grandmother Spider
weaves along the Western coast
spinning her star web.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe