Still three days to go for the subject poetry contest!
Still three days to go for the subject poetry contest!
"I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row
24 hours to go!
Let´s have your poems!
"I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row
The nights are closing in and winter
stretches out cool fingers to caress
the weary earth and bid her rest.
Sleep beckons,
And after summers rushing pulse of
life has washed away beneath the
autumns brilliant rain of jewels
all that remains is peace.
The earth turns.
Gentle plays the lightest ray of
sunlight 'cross the frozen ground
beneath in softest lullaby as
still she slumbers.
Snuggled under natures blanket,
crisp and starched she bides
her time in dreams until renewed again
by thaws first kiss of spring.
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Last edited by cacian; 02-14-2017 at 05:47 PM.
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
to a season
plenty of reasons
and one
is to keep
light foraging
despite
nature and birds
slight
peak above
a mountain height
life respites:
without it
I may
a meaning
but have no feelings.
Last edited by cacian; 02-14-2017 at 07:10 PM.
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
Thanks for the lovely poems, Cassie and Cacian!
And we have a contest now!
There is still time for new entries until tomorrow night!
"I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row
the seasons of my discontent
when that frigid hoar
o'er land and sky fills
every rill and rock gnawing
every wasted hour
this is the season
of my discontent
when the sun's wrath is
lashed scorching blade and
leaf with ne'er a breath
of air to bring relief
this is the season
of my discontent
when the fog that creeps
mists that choke and flog
visibility to nil cloaking
vale and hill to obscurity
this is the season
of my discontent
when whirlwinds rampage
both great and small
whirlblasts scouring the earth
and everything before
this is the season
of my discontent
when man loses sight
favoring might o'er
humanity advocating
power over sanity
this is the season
of my discontent
2/15/2017 r.2/16/2017
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Last edited by tailor STATELY; 02-17-2017 at 12:42 AM. Reason: tweeks / and
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
Thanks, Taylor, great entry!
I am closing the contest and chosing the winner tomorrow morning.
Until then posts are still welcome.
"I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row
Thank you all for your entries, choice as always was difficult. A poem is always a special gift, participating is more important than winning.
As I know very little about English verses, my criterion for selecting the winner was the elaboration of the given theme.
Yes/No: Charming poem about the changing seasons. Humanization. The seasons are like friends that come and go! I liked the colloquial approach.
Cassie: Great craftswoman, each detail carefully elaborated,
Humanization of winter, as a woman, who is lulled to sleep by nature. The form of a lullaby is enforced by the enjambement structure. Interesting analogy with the tale of "Sleeping Beauty". Timid suggestion:"Sleeping Beauty" as the title of the poem.
Cacian-The (winter) season as a time of parcimony and respite.Suggestion;"I may have/a meaning"
Tailor- Powerfull language, chosing the "season of descontent" acoording to its elements of plague (eh, California!) not the time of the year. The surprising twist comes when the destructive acts of nature are linked to the acts of the short sightedness of men.Suggestion:"whirlblasts scouring the earth and everything before?"
Congrats all! And the winner is Cassie!
Last edited by Danik 2016; 02-16-2017 at 10:07 AM.
"I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row
Congratulations, Cassie!
Congratulations Cassie Hughes ! and thank you Danik 2016. (thought I posted this already; hopefully not on the wrong thread.)
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
Thanks Danik, YesNo and Stateley. I am surprised but very grateful.
After much deliberation I think the next topic should be... Sheep!
p.s. Danik I think your suggestion of Sleeping Beauty as a title is great. Thanks.
We are too much like huddled sheep.
We count ourselves and go to sleep.
When we awake we act as one.
Applaud. Reject. What we get done
Is done because we did our best,
But sometimes we don’t pass the test.
Some smart ones think that they have got
Some edge until they know they’ve not.
Hehehe! Love it YesNo. What a great start.
“Nothing could be more impolite. To say, “Is your sheep genuine?”
would be a worse breach of manners.”
― Philip K. Dick, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
No Need for Sheep
the silicon man
has no need for sheep
his internal clock
transcends even sleep
wool gathering long
a thing of the past -
dreams of electric
sheep would seem miscast
2/21/2017
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
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