Poetry Contest

KTD: Good feedback. But to judge a "poetry" contest that way is a bit overanalytical, no?

thanks kk for the kind words, I love the indepth feed back. Truth be told I have to go read it again to see what your talking about.

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Originally Posted by jon1jt

KTD: Good feedback. But to judge a "poetry" contest that way is a bit overanalytical, no?

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I don't think so. Go read any poem that is analyzed and you'll get the same in depth analysis. Some poems just require that. I'm just showing you what I see. Poetry is more than just ideas expressed.

Well, thank you ktd. I thought there were better poems. I played with my poem for a number of days and finally just went with it. I had a vague feeling for what I was trying to express and then it kind of of came together. I'll need a few days to find a new pcture.

Congrats once more to Virgil, the reigning king of the poetry contest forum. :thumbs up great poem. the rest of you guys also had very awesome poems. I loved them all.

Heh. Now, to ktd. Thank you for the evaluation. I am a firm believer that once the poem is written, it is subject to infinite interpretation, and no longer that of the poet. However, [please do not take this the wrong way] but your analysis of my poem was completely off. There is one mention of the word "eyelid" but nothing more. If the images yous saw were those of lashes and eyes, that's cool, but not an intention of mine. This poem was evoked by the image, and very personal for me. I wrote it in a fit of passion. The poem is my lifelong struggle, and I think it succedded on all accounts to convey that. There were many references to math, rigitidy, entrapment, and boxes, and when I looked at that picture you posted, I saw my struggle (that's why I was so happy to work with it). But this is all in good fun. Can't wait for the next one. :)

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Originally Posted by holograph

Congrats once more to Virgil, the reigning king of the poetry contest forum. :thumbs up great poem. the rest of you guys also had very awesome poems. I loved them all.

Heh. Now, to ktd. Thank you for the evaluation. I am a firm believer that once the poem is written, it is subject to infinite interpretation, and no longer that of the poet. However, [please do not take this the wrong way] but your analysis of my poem was completely off. There is one mention of the word "eyelid" but nothing more. If the images yous saw were those of lashes and eyes, that's cool, but not an intention of mine. This poem was evoked by the image, and very personal for me. I wrote it in a fit of passion. The poem is my lifelong struggle, and I think it succedded on all accounts to convey that. There were many references to math, rigitidy, entrapment, and boxes, and when I looked at that picture you posted, I saw my struggle (that's why I was so happy to work with it). But this is all in good fun. Can't wait for the next one. :)

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O.K. Did you not read the preface? I saw all of those references but didn't know what to make of them. So I had to use what I saw.

Thanks for the feedback ktd. Virgil, good luck finding a new picture.

KTD, I appreciate the lengthy explanations you gave. I know it helped me.

Congratulations to Virgil for his/her excellent poem! I look forward to the image you choose.

unusual virgil
guiding us through many squares
a rectified hell

a rectified hell
it is fun to mix and match
random lit net games!

:D

I hope this isn't too difficult a subject, but it's a little dfferent from what we've had so far.


http://www.barjonsbooks.com/Windston...lf%20(wbg).jpg

OK so go write them. But take your time. I see some just rush in a submit whatever comes off the top of their head.

hey, that's fun! :)

When Wolves Had Wings

Long ago, in days when creatures
Talked to men, and so were heard
Life and Hope filled every feature,
Every sound of every word.

Long ago, in days forgotten,
When miracles went unheeded;
Tribes of men and beasts begotten
Good; no marvels such were needed.

Gemstones in the earth abounded,
lent glitter to every eye
Trumpets through the air resounded
As proud throats leased fearless cry.

But of all the wonderful things
Then, that are but Myth today,
Greatest of them were the bright wings
Which each creature could display.

Not just birds could loop and twirl,
Glory in the joy of flight -
Every man and every girl,
Every beast had such delight.

Then what wonder was upon us,
Upon land, and sky, and sea!
The same mother Earth that spawned us,
Gave us wings to set us free.


But.

Look around now, spare my story.

Tell me what such things are there?

How much of this place is glory;

How much glides free 'pon the air?


I do not know how it happened,
Do not ask me when or why
But from Heaven tightly fastened
All but few fell from the sky.

Lions, fish, the bugs and turtles,
Men and women, snake and wolf,
From the clouds to Earth all hurtled
Gravity their dreams engulfed.

The one return we were given -
Curse or blessing, ask the sky -
Was the chance to make hearts shriven;
Was the painful gift to cry.

Most these days have long forgotten
swallowed in the maw of time -
Except those, as I, besotten
By those Sirens, art and rhyme.

We few, through tears carved or written,
Mourn for pasts where peace was king
Though by fate our dreams are bitten -
In shadows, we find our wings.

I love it Mir! Thta's an interesting picture Virgil....I'm going to try but I'll have to think first.

Guardian

guardian i was made
who bore a sword of flame
i kept the secret
of the sacred name

i was in eden
when fire sealed the gate
i sat with adam
as he learnt his fate

i gave him daughters
who wouldn't have my wings -
he would have children,
poor defenseless things

years passed in thunder
man's paradise is gone
i sit still waiting
in my skin of stone

he never called me
from all his billion homes
where my children guard
all the world he roams

angel of the flame
and guardian still on post
eyes hard as gemstones
knowing what i've lost

very nice, autolycus!