hush?
a secret is something
to be told
and shared, to be
kept alive
among the living.
a secret should not die.
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hush?
a secret is something
to be told
and shared, to be
kept alive
among the living.
a secret should not die.
Indeed I am. Should I send it to you or should I just "post reply"?
Post reply is fine.Quote:
Originally Posted by Jeos
Today: me, him. Him:
- Child. Radiant child.
Our eyes meet -
me, him, radiant children
joy on the spot. Now
that he’s gone now
that there are no more children
neither he nor I… neither I nor he
I'm afraid of myself
I’m afraid for me –
for him - of him in me !
Now that he’s gone...
The Seed
The secret seed
she swallowed
began to grow
spreading through
her extremities.
It's toxic fruit
grows heavy
and that which
she consumed
now consumes
her.
God Dark that's really dark ! Highly self-desctructive...are you a Scorpius or what?!but "thou shalt be reborn from your ashes".
What can I say? I live up to my name. I am the Dark Muse. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Jeos
I love William Blakes "Poison Tree" which helped inspire this.
Whisper, my love,
Soft breaths in my ear
Words to tickle my heart
And caress my soul
Without shackles of meaning
Tell me your secrets
Pretend they aren't dark
With your voice light and sweet
And your fragrance in my mouth
And lips so warm
I think all entries are worthy winners they are all indeed eexcellent and it has been difficult to chose but since I have to only pick one I think it would have to be Dark Muse.
The piece has all the element of what a secret can be and what it may lead to!
Congratulations Dark Muse:hurray:
Congratulations Dark Muse! :iagree:
Should it be "Its toxic fruit"?
Next contest, please, DarkMuse! :D
Hey, sorry I have been on vacation just got back I will have the next one up asap.
I think it depends greatly on how you read it.Quote:
Originally Posted by miyako73
In this sentence by its own both are very correct.
Within the poem itself I would say it is an It's but whether Dark Muse sees it that way I do not know.
Ok here is your next challenge, this time I bring you a picture. Have fun and be creative.
http://s2.hubimg.com/u/3230713_f520.jpg
Awaiting a Transformation
Something's beading in a bowl,
Dropping from a former role.
What will it be tomorrow night
Transformed into some new delight.
Droplets in a bowl
Fruit or blood?
Point of view
Changes everything
N'est-ce pas?
Pendragon
Purple jizz
In a purple bowl
It dripped from
My big love pole
spherical round
it boosts in white
mixing it black
reving it pink
splash dashing
bright!
YesNo: The first line your poem almost sounded like it could be something ominous, so I liked the more light hearted turn it ended up taking, which was not expected. As always I appreciate your humor and I liked the touch of mystery here.
Pendragon: I really liked the concept of your poem and the way in which it is left up to the reader to ultimately decide. I liked the alternating points of view offered and the question of perspective.
Bobbycrane: Well this was certainly different, I appreciate the bold frankness of it and the bit of fun. It was an original approach to the image.
And the winner is.....
cacian: I loved the beauty of the image you caught. I thought the first line was immediately gripping and I enjoyed the way in which you invoked the different colors. This was an elegant little poem.
Dark Muse thank you very much I am glad you enjoyed this piece!
Congrats, cacian!
Pendragon thank you!
Now for the minimalist poetry theme this time the chosen topic is:
silence
Have fun!!:p
Off Go the Lights
It's dark and quiet in the cave.
The guide said he'd turn off the light.
When space collapsed inside my mind,
The silence hugged me through that night.
November Muse
Her cold winter fingers
circled around my throat,
how bitter she was,
at ineptitude.
(her's or my own?)
Obsidian eyes
bore through my soul,
denied even a whisper,
or a thought.
She demands
only death
for without my words
the muse has nothing
left.
can't get the screaming
out of my head
sometimes silence
is the loudest sound of all...
she wore her silence like a shawl,
draped across her shoulders
defiant against the cold;
nevermind the heat,
his words harsh
flames that
cannot
melt
ice.
I'm standing at the window,
counting hours, days, eternities,
oven-warm candlelight flickering,
and your silence weaving strings
that guide me like a puppet.
Ok here are the results for this entry.
I enjoyed every poem they are all brilliant but I have to chose just the one and the winning goes to
JAKED excellent piece of poetry.
Very well done!!
Wow, thanks, Cacian! I enjoyed all of the entries!
The next topic is: falling.
The entry submission deadline will be Monday, 9/24.
JAKED this is a great topic thank you.
I will see what I can do!
Icarus Dreams
He had Icarus dreams,
it was not for the flight
that he longed.
But the descent,
the freedom of the fall,
abandon, out of control,
between life and death.
For that one beautiful
moment, you gave yourself up
entirely.
Falling
Through the patience of our hearts
Sorrows fall and grieving starts.
trap opens
he falls
rope snatches
sudden stop
bottom floor
death and damnation
exit all...
Pendragon
(C) 9/16/2912
drop the falling
end of day
fall commences
ruins drop
heavy load
light is road
The End of Fall
I on the bed,
The last rain,
My stale tears,
His photograph,
The ring he gave
All painfully fell.
Thanks for all the entries, all! I enjoyed reading each:
Dark Muse: From the title to the last line, I loved the imagery and the playful irony!
YesNo: Minimalist and profound!
Pendragon: you starkly nailed a fall - makes me sure that I hope that's not the way I go!
Cacian: a nice, minimalist take on fall!
miyako73: vivid, and sad!
Again, nicely done, all, but in the end there can be only one winner... And this time it is... Dark Muse!!! Congrats!!
Thank you very much!
Ok next topic is
"Storm"
Thank you very much Jaked and congratulations DarkMuse.
'storm' is a good topic.
Will think of something.