Poetry Contest

Such wonderful poems by all. Holograph AND ktd222 have my vote.

The winner will be announced within six hours. Last mnute entries can still be entered.

OK, I've chosen the winner. It was a very hard choice. All of them were enjoyable and could easily have been selected. I liked Riesa's format from the last contest where I give a short little comment on each poem (I think everyone is at least owed that) and then I pick the winner.


Mir: Your poem was very elegant and really had some nice phrases. I almost selected it. What prevented me was that the poem kept addressing a statue and I was a little confused with that.

rabid reader: Very nice poem. Loved the line, "Safe from nature's tooth." The only reason it didn't win was that I couldn't invision the subject of the painting as an Incumbus. While it was imaginative, your poem didn't quite match for me the painting.

halograph: Also a very nice poem. Could have won easily. A lovely poem. The repunzal stanza hit an off note to me, but the "raspberry robe" and "optic cones" made up for it.

Psycheinaboat: Also close to a winner. The openning stanza seemed a little trite, but the other three were excellent, the last one being perfect.

Petrarch: I took it as a Browning-esk interior monologue, and excellent at that. I really loved the last stanza, some really fine lines there ("Assumed his pulse a chaste paternal beat" - !). The only thing that knocked it down a little for me was the frame of the woman wanting to try on this fabric didn't connect with the story line you created.

Confucious: :lol: I enjoyed it. A comic poem can win, but this painting was not a comic subject. So I couldn't give it to you.

Smoothherb: a good poem, but I think a disconnect (at least for me) with the subject of this painting.

And the winner is ktd. What i particularly liked about ktd's poem is the sounds that interlink the poem: texture/softer, bare/air/hair/there, greenery/softly, abrubt/distinct. The openning lines are wonderfully invocative, and I loved "a peach-touched texture"

Quote:

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Even the eyes transcend a momentary cause…
a haze, as if the vast boundlessness
of fields were her.

(It would seem so)

The way the bedclothes slid away
and left her body bare,
a peach-touched texture,
nonspecific, gaining softer
against the soft lit air,

or how the greenery and sky
uplifts her hair, caressing softly
there and there.

She, like an Atmosphere of Land in part,
beside a bedroom abrupt and distinct

(in me)

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OK, ktd, you pick the next picture.

Whoohoo!!! I’d like to thank Bellini, because without his painting my poem wouldn’t make sense. I’d also like to thank Virgil for accepting the cookie I offered him in the lobby for picking my poem. For how else could my poem have been picked over so many great poems.

Thanks a bunch Virgil, this means a lot coming from a person knowledgeable about poetry.

I’ll try and come up with an image later.

I didn't know anything about a painting lol

congrats ktd,it was a lovely poem man. You all were amazing:)

Ktd, congratulations on your wonderful poem winning. I look forward to seeing what sort of picture you choose.

awesome man. this is fun. ktd ure poem was fantastic. can't wait for the pic!

:) :banana:

Thank you White, Psych, Holo, Miss, for the kind words. I was thinking about this subject for the past few days and would like to see what you all thought about it. I will explain why after the contest. I think the openness of this image will lend itself to a wide range of interpretations. I look forward to reading your submissions.

http://www.pballew.net/cube.jpg

Congrats ktd. Awesome poem
Thinking and Living Outside the Box
To live outside the box.
The slight container
of limited sight and mind.
To live outside the box
Leaves my dreams
to be the achievable kind.

A Life outside this box,
This blank and bleak
Welling up of spirit.
A Life outside this box,
Lives fantasy, love
or anything near it.

The sight outside the box,
Seems empty in the eyes
Of those in side in coil.
But the sight outside the box,
Is the mythical landscape
That makes creativity boil.

So to live in the box
One must sacrifice
their hopes and dreams.
To live in it
Is to never realize
the beauty in the seams.
TO never see this
Should be the only
true form of crime.
To ignore the wonderful
beauty of creation, is
the biggest waste of time.
So when their is a box,
A box that you can see,
Never think about what's inside
Never eliminate your dreams.

ill have one in soon. ktd i LOVE THIS PIC. THANK YOU.

A crystal cube, a diamond box
With glassy chains and unseen locks
Transparent chest with treasures hid
Beneath its bright and shining lid

Its faces clear as shallow stream
Encases, I can only dream
Some secret, longing to be sought
Though covered, caged, and long forgot

But who, if sound in mind and health
Would cage in glass to shield his wealth
His secrets plain for all to see
Therein lies the mystery

A crystal cube, a diamond box
A puzzle and a paradox
A lesson learned to those who try
Not asking what or where, but why

Line, Defined

when is a line not a line?
when its borders are too fine?
when it's points disconnected, ink in perspective,
and its straighness seems elective?

perhaps when dimensioned to two
so one single line gains three new
and clear, empty air, becomes no longer bare,
and instead now is filling a square?

Or when raised to a power of three!
What less like line could there be?
Not one simple stroke, but TWELVE - what a joke!
Was the artist off on coke??

Perhaps a true line is that which
Does not bend, wriggle, or twitch,
But in Math class, is allowed to pass,
As that with substance - but not MASS.

yes. yes, this is the first day of school. *falls over*

I like this one. Here is a poem that for me captures the simplicity of the picture.

*****

Ice cube:
Melting
Melti
Mel
M

I just wanted to stop in, before I leave for work, and say there are some great entries so far.