Minimalist Poetry Contest

thanks so much Mary xoxoxo

I'm sorry, too, Haunted.

The living green
And then the living green,
With lips that linger softly
In a green absinthe dream;
An ardent, burning, fervid
Green, with mantis jaws

Here's hoping any biases you have won't (uh-hm) color your opinions, Hack. :)

Thanks Qim, means a lot...

sunflower

It is the colour of desire:
spent, forsaken,
and blanching to sorrow.

The misty view
of morning dew
where Sol peeks through
and smiles.

edited. . . .

he had always thought
death a different colour
but it all went white

Let me get back into this. Here's my entry.

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Peel back the red
Of the bedspread
For the springy
Squeal of rose-touched
Lust.

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Originally Posted by krymsonkyng

The misty view
of morning dew
where Sol peeks through
and smiles.

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It is really very sweet and sublime. So few words and yet it says so much. Wish you good luck!

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Originally Posted by DanielBenoit

I'm not the judge here but after reading this poem, I lost any hope of writing anything more sublime than this for the contest.

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Originally Posted by aliengirl

It is really very sweet and sublime. So few words and yet it says so much. Wish you good luck!

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Hold on a second. We have a tradition of not trying to influence the judge in these contests. There is no rule obviously but that has been our working procedure.

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Originally Posted by Virgil

Hold on a second. We have a tradition of not trying to influence the judge in these contests. There is no rule obviously but that has been our working procedure.

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Sorry, it was unintended as I had no thoughts of influence in my head. I'll edit it and save it for after the judging. Thanks for pointing that out Virgil :)

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Originally Posted by DanielBenoit

Sorry, it was unintended as I had no thoughts of influence in my head. I'll edit it and save it for after the judging. Thanks for pointing that out Virgil :)

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I know you didn't, and that's why I didn't say anthing at first. And I wasn't angry or anything, just trying to point the unwritten rule out. After the judging we usually all chime in with our thoughts. :)

I feel a little out of my league, that I should judge you. The entries are all quite wonderful, an embarrassment of riches.

Dark Muse: A perfect purple poem.

Pendragon: Very good stuff, but too many colors for the parameters here.
It is hard to ride herd on free range poets.

Haunted: Hauntingly sad and touching poem. My sympathies dear.

Qimissung: Beautiful, wistful, fierce.

Blank/Verse: Yours is a stunning flash of yellow and, though you meant the single blossom, I am reminded of the marvelous film, "Everything Is Illuminated".

Krymsonkyng: Evocative, though I am drawn to the image of clear, colorless dew.

Autolycus: Marvelous. The haiku form is a personal favorite. English haiku is fraught with difficulties, and though it may not approach the original Japanese expression, when it works it can be stunningly beautiful.

Virgil: Short, with heat, smoldering red.

Overall, too many exceptional choices, but choose I must.

Blank/Verse, I choose your flash of unspoken yellow.