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Thank You, Daniel-san; I would like to say you are very perceptive. This was a most interesting contest, and I found all of the entries fascinating and beautiful. I loved NickAdams-he only hears about the mornings-I wish. And paparod's was also a favorite. I love shrews, not the kind you can tame, though.
Wow. Thank you, Daniel. I am honored. The point of it all is in the writing for me; all of these are winners.
I'll have a new subject very soon, after I've taken it all in...:)
Well this was my first contest entered and I found it quite exciting! It's great to hear someone say good things about your work and you were fair, balanced and sincere ChrisBenoit so thank you for being a great judge.
Qimi is a worthy winner indeed and all poems were of very high standard and so diverse! I guess I'll have to try even harder next time can't wait for the next prompt bring it on! :D
I think you made a fine choice.
There were so many good pieces
that you could not have done otherwise.
Mine was a bit wordy (especially for me).
I liked the look of it on the page though,
and felt that the minimalism was expressed
primarily through the mention of a single color
and a single word connecting it to the theme.
I truly liked them all, but if I were to judge
(for what it is worth), I might have picked
Nick's. Thankfully, the choice was not mine.
Good job all.
Congrats Qimi. I guess this will be a new contest here for us to participate in. Fun. :D
Good contest Daniel -- very fun -- thanks for starting it.
qimissung -- congratulations! I really enjoyed your poem and many others submitted here.
Oh, and paparod's was my favorite one of those submitted too.
Thank you all. I hope the next minimilist poetry contest will have as many entries. Thank You, Daniel, for starting this. It was inspired.
The next subject: a journey
Into the Unknown
Face forward in the salty breeze
across the endless sea promising
untold possibilities, with the hope
of catching dreams beneath the waves.
Nice Dark Muse! Thanks for being the first to jump in the water.
Much held him back
And then he walked
Much greeted him
And he was not
green juniper sail
on a breaking sagebrush sea
tacking through time's tides
I walked from 66th street to the shore
and met her beneath the Verazano Bridge.
The moon lit the bay, the surface shimmered.
She wore a red halter with her cleavage glowing.
Her arm around my neck was tender.
you fight for distance folding the maps
brain survives the body’s traffic
earth breaks on the bone of shore
with its stuttering tongue
distance breaks you from a past
conjoined to cruelty
The morning brings light,
the light brings life,
the life brings joy,
the joy brings peace.
the peace brings us back to light
Pendragon
Hey, you guys are good!
excellent stuff
Well, this is on topic, but not minimalist. :) Oh well!
The Journey:
The song is lost, the song is lost and done.
The song is lost, a new song treds what road?
I looked, the words to journey by are gone,
the song is sung, the song is sung and done.
Yet without walking on, the song is lost, the song is sung,
the song is lost, a new song treds what road?