Minimalist Poetry Contest

sky grumbles
first it cries
then gets mad
has a tantrum
throws things
large hail stones
bolts of lightning
the rage grows colder
ice and snow
there's no such thing
as a perfect storm

PENDRAGON

(c) 9/25/2012

storm
the tea cup
has blown
shattered
to its bone
the damage has gone
besides itself
and flown

Storm

No need to worry. It will pass
And answer prayers of drying grass.

Distant Earl Grey clouds brewing,
threaten to ruin tea time.


[ Interestingly, I wrote this before I saw Cacian's tea cup - funny! ;) ]

Stormy-eyed girl
Who cries when it rains
And shudders at the
Thunder

Yet when the morning dew
Dances with early
Morning sunlight
And kisses her toes
She laughs
And the world sparkles

As I strikes Mjölnir
Me trusty hammer
Against the clouds
Blue Valhalla roars
Onward to Asgard
Thor the Thunder
Lightning sparkles

This will be my first.

The Red Sea
The sea is split,
A path from spite.
The sea is lit
By thunder bright.
A sea spirit
Unmatched in might -
The tempest.

Assault - Soul bleed (By – Nitu Nandan)

Suddenly the star fell one by one
Leaving the sky – naked.
O my holy Nandan
Your unexpected disappearance
...... From my life,
Without you I feel like a
Fade flower
The tears falling on the ground
Leaving me alone,
In search for you,
Emotion melted in my eyes,
Till the end of life.
memory on the screen of my heart

Nostalgia

An empty frame
displays a loss.

Tortured are the mournful eyes
that still can see
an image long departed.

Judge, please? :smash:

It hasn't really been that long.

Great turn out on this one, thank you everyone. I have to say this was almost impossibly hard. I was really torn between several different entrees and it was very difficult to make myself choose only one winner here.

Pendragon: I really enjoyed this one, I loved the way in which it blended touches of humor with evocative imagery. The first line caught my attention making me want to read more. And I quite enjoyed the end. This poem was playful and well crafted at the same time.

cacian: I like the way this shows the sort of aftermath of the storm and yet in one small way. I really enjoyed the line "shattered to its bone" I think there is something thought provoking in these short seemingly simple lines. A lot of possibilities is offered here in which the mind can be lead in many different directions.

YesNo: I particularly loved the last line of your poem and I liked the way in which this offered a different sort of perceptive suggesting the positive outcomes of which the storm may have.

Jaked: First of all amusing coincidence. I absolutely loved the first line which immediately grabbed my attention and had some beautiful and unique imagery, which was countered with this unexpected mundane occurrence which gave the poem a comical feeling.

MystyrMystyry: I loved the subject of your poem, and thought that all in all it was a very neat and precise form. It was a great example of the minimalistic style, as it packed a strong punch in those few lines. The only miner thing, in the first line "As I strikes Mjölnir" that sounds a bit awkward. Should it have been "strike" instead of "strikes?"

SkyCetacean: This was a very lovely poem. I really enjoyed your use of rhyme. It was beautifully written and I really enjoyed the imagery.

Nitu: I really enjoyed this poem. I liked the way in which you took a more abstract, and symbolic approach to the subject opposed to a literal interpretation as this seems to be suggestive of some inner turmoil and stormy emotions. I thought this poem was perfectly put together and every line worked brilliantly well.

Xillus Xavier: This is beautifully written and very emotionally evoative, though I feel as if perhaps the use of the intended subject "storm" was a bit obscure here, and I do not quite see the connection. But I very much enjoyed this poem and thought it was wonderful work.

And the winner is.......

moonbird: I loved your different approach to the subject. This was a beautifully crafted and elegant poem, as usual it had some wonderful and very captivating imagery. The first lines caught my attention right away, and I really loved the contrast in the next stanza in showing the morning after the storm has passed.

Dark Muse thank you and congratulations to moonbird!!

bump!

Anyone wants to take over from moonbird and set a new minimalist challenge?

I sent moonbird a PM and haven't heard back. Give moonbird until Monday, Southwest VA time. If no reply by then, I'll will start a new contest.

Pendragon

So sorry for the delay! I have been very busy lately and haven't logged on here in quite some time.

Here is your next subject: "Hands and Feet." Let's set a deadline for November 15. Good luck!

"Hands and feet,
Tasty, sweet."
Monsters belching.
Time to eat!

This Bone Connects to That Bone

Fingers, toes
Phalanges--Metacarpal, Metatarsal
Hand, wrist, arm
Knuckles, Trapezium, Ulna, Radius, Humerus
Foot, Ankle, Knee, Leg
Talus, Fibula, Tibia , Patellae, Femur
Posterior, Back, Neck
Pelvis, Lumbar, Thoracic, Cervical
Chest, Head
Ribs, Sternum, Jaw, Skull
Ashes to ashes

Pendragon
(C) 10/28/2912

hands and feet
let's not greet
our tasty treats
not just yet!!
it's time to play
a song of day
then will see
whether we care

I held your hands
you looked at your feet
sunlight glittered
trickled down your cheek
connected apart
alone in our thoughts
living the death
of our own twisted plots

They led me to you, you to me.
They let me touch you, you touch me.

Gangrene

First, my fingers,
My palms, my hands;
Now, my toes,
My soles, my feet.

Four feet and
Fifteen hands,
Thats one at each corner ,
And how tall he stands,
My pony.

Sorry for the delay. This contest's winner is Jaked!

Congrats and I can't wait to see your next subject.

Congratulations Jaked!

Thank you!

Our next topic is: breath

In order to keep things moving along, I will judge the entries on 11/30.

Nothing is quite
so essential to life
As breathe in
Breathe out...

Enemies and friends enjoy their breath.
Eventually we merge as one in death.

respiratory exhilaration

from within
a surge
to want to breath
in purge
commence in a tense
to inhale and exhale
and all out is pale

Felt her breath
Soft and warm
As nightingale plume
And sweet as
Sugary smoke

like smoke
throwing itself from a ledge
in unobtainable suicide.
breath like smoke
throwing itself from a ledge.
vivid plume of breath
like smoke.
an ever rising
vivid plume of breath.
In my mind
an ever rising.

Last breath came fast, too fast.
Heavy with spite.

Breathing fast is pants.

Breath

Stolen
from your lips
your life flows
into me.

On your breath

Panted over my face:
Vodka and apple juice
Out of a crystal tumbler,
JPS purchased
At the Duty Free Shop,
The pre-scent of a kiss,
And six Forevers murmured
In the last ten minutes

Thanks for all the entries! I enjoyed them all and picking a winner was tough!

But there can only be one winner, and this time it is: DieterM!!

I particularly liked the ending: "six Forevers murmured / in the last ten minutes." Nice job!

DieterM congratulations!!

Congratulations, DieterM !!

Thank you, Jaked, I am most honoured!

For the next round, let's write about the

mirror.

To your quills, my friends.

Contest ends on Dec. 16th.