I loved your poem Dieter! Applause,applause!Quote:
Originally Posted by DieterM
Could you translate lines 8 & 9 for us?
(and your avatar is also a winner)
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I loved your poem Dieter! Applause,applause!Quote:
Originally Posted by DieterM
Could you translate lines 8 & 9 for us?
(and your avatar is also a winner)
Wow, thanks Hawkie, or as they would say, evcharisto poli! @Melanie, the periptero is a stand where cigarettes, papers, candy and other such things are sold. The periptero woman is asking, "How are you today?", and the last word means telephone.
For the next round, let's have a go with this line out of a Beth Gibbons song (and do try to find it on Youtube or any similar site if you wanna get a better feeling of what I'm thinking of):
autumn leaves
Deadline is oct. 4th (I'll read on oct. 5th in the morning, Paris time-uhm, Paris, France, okay?).
great topic Dieter!
through the forest
the wood
the solace
i catch a glimpse of the fall
crimson red gauntlets
yellow stark portraits
a perfect autumn leaf
crisp crackles so to speak
i am but haught.
I think people are over thinking my poetry. It was a simple rhyme, just for fun. There's a song out there that gives places, something like "Aruba, Jamaica, girl I want to take ya." etc. Same thing here.
The leaves fall
Soar on the wind
Back to the ground
Where they began
The roots drink deep
Of the natural compost
The leaves reborn
Return from being ghosts
Pretty while they last, but then they're gone, those autumn leaves.
Memories hold fast and linger on for one who grieves.
Thank you Dieter, for the translation above.
autumn leaves
hither, thither
leave's autumnal dither
in indian corn hues
of a jackson pollock
on sky blue winds
http://i1312.photobucket.com/albums/...ps516c8ae3.jpg
Jackson Pollock
http://i1312.photobucket.com/albums/...ps6fe52de6.jpg
Indian Corn
Memoir of a Leaf
For only a whisper in time
the beauty of death
bursts into awe inspiring vibrance,
but too soon it already
ebbs away into gray.
Autumn leaves gather near the uncared for shed.
Days shorten, winter comes.
They're just leaves.
Awwwwwwwrrright, six fantastic submissions so far. And still one week to go. Who wants to participate? C'me on, ladies, c'me on, guys, don't be shy, we of the Minimalist Poetry Contest don't bite (unless asked to)!!!
It's Friday evening, still two days left for your submissions—thought I'd bump this thread up so that you don't forget!
Jane Austen
fake
death
beforehand
Tough job to choose only one. You've been too good, dear friends! And, almost a first, I even understood your offering, dear cacian ;-) (only teasing, of course)
Let's see what we've got, first.
Well, cacian. You took me on a nice autumn walk, something I really like in real life, and which you rendered skilfully in your lines.
Pendragon, nicely done, too; short and to the point, the seasonal turn of death & decay to new births.
YesNo, minimalistic too, but the few words you used say it all. And a very "autumnal" subject, so to say, what with sadness and melancholia always lingering in the air, come October.
Melanie, I think there's a typo in your poem, but correct me if I'm wrong. Isn't it Jackson Pollock you are talking of? If yes, it's a fantastic example; indeed, some of his paintings do make one think of autumn colours.
Dark Muse, I really liked the "beauty of death" that ebbs away into gray.
jajdudes, well, yes, they're just leaves. I had to read and re-read your poem several times; first I understood "uncared-for-shed", as in "shelter of the uncared-for", and I was thinking homeless people with stacks of autumn leaves beside them. And I still don't know if I have really understood what you wanted to say, but I rather like being challenged by such a small amount of words! Poetry should make us ponder and muse, shouldn't it?
uhm, cafolini, I'm not sure at all that I got the sense of your offering. Would you mind explaining?
Anyway, there can be only one winner.
And I choose… ta DAAAAA!
Dark Muse
Congrats, and see you in the next round, everyone!
Congratulations Dark Muse! I also like "beauty of death" to describe the autumn leaves. Thank you, Dieter, for catching my typo. I fixed it. Yes, it was Jackson Pollock. You did a good job with your critiques...well done.
Dieter thank you for the feedback you did indeed a very good job and glad you understood this piece :D
Dark Muse congratulations !! look forward to the next round :)
Thank you, I will have a new subject up soon.
Ok next subject is Owl
Deadline Oct. 20th
The Barn Owl screeches
The Screech Owl wails
Great Horned Owls bark
So who says "who?"
Pendragon
Barn Owl, Typical Call http://www.owlpages.com/sounds/Tyto-alba-3.mp3
Screech Owl:Typical Call: http://www.owlpages.com/sounds/Megascops-asio-2.mp3
Great Horned Owl, Typical Call: http://www.owlpages.com/sounds/Bubo-virginianus-4.mp3
an owl
sat on a tree
sees skies
a sea
wonders to be
the bird of
free.
Owl sits in perceived wisdom.
It isn't the tree, nor the shining star that advises this.
It's man, or woman, in all her strutting glory.
This is why the owl sits in a tree.
Night Owls
the moon kissed the rim
of her dark merlot glass
as she sipped on nocturnal stares
and the nightbird's noiseless flight
Candy's Walk
Mimicking a tawny owl
invading the shadow'd light
Death coos: oo-oo, oo-oo
10/10/2013
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=txzOErCuQlo
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
The owl, looking for a treat,
Observes a mouse that's good to eat,
Who's hungry on the forest floor,
Then isn't hungry any more.
These were all some really good entries and it was quite hard to judge this one.
Pendragon: I quite enjoyed the humorous and playful nature of this. The last line really made me chuckle. I liked the idea of playing with the different calls of each of the birds.
cacian: As always very interesting, though I am not sure I completely understand this one I am very ingiruied about it. I did like the idea of an owl contemplating on the freedom of birds. And I liked the play upon words with see/sea.
jajdude: Quite an interesting and thought provoking poem. I had to read this one a few times and I am still not sure I understand it, but I really enjoyed reading it. Quite original.
Melanie: A very beautiful and haunting poem. I thought it captured a wonderful image. I also really enjoyed your interpretation of the subject.
YesNo: I liked your use of rhyme, and enjoyed the humor of this poem. It was a fun amusing read.
And the winner is......
tailor STATELY: I quite enjoyed the eerie atmosphere of this one, and loved the connection between death and the owl's cry at the end. This poem captured some great imagery in such few lines and this poem really captured the essence of minimalism I thought.
Good job tailor STATELY.
Dark Muse thank you and congratulations tailor STATELY.
Thank you all ! Most unexpected.
This poem was a tribute to my Mother-in-law, Candy, who passed away October the 3rd; the youtube song I linked to was her favorite.
Next Minimalist theme: Harvest
Due date November 6th.
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
"Harvest" will be a good Minimalist theme. I watched the youtube song you posted and, I admit, I got a little teary...very touching. I was particularly touched with the way the visuals included every race and religion. God, Buddha, Jesus, and the Dali Llama were all featured. It was a gentle reminder that God loves us all. Candy must have been very special.
Pumpkins and corn
Potatoes and wheat
Food harvested and stored
For future eating...
Pendragon
11/24/2013
(Taken from real life many many years ago in a field near Hull)
In my pea viner,
I could look over your hedge,
It's suprising what you see,
Harvesting veg.
You were laid on your lounger
for an all over tan,
Quite an eye opener,
for a harvestin' man.
Were we worthy of such harvest
Ready every year?
It came if we were good or bad.
It came if we were glad or sad,
Regardless of the fear we had,
Steady every year.
Zeal and late harvest winds
redden our cheeks, our hands,
amidst rustling vine leaves
and short, slanted sunrays
Early dusk. We stumble
over the last pumpkins,
back home to our fireside
to roast sweet chestnuts
Every step time takes
upon harvested fields
leaves footprints in autumn's
bountiful memories
now bedded down for
winter's silent slumber
The tears you cried in spring came around in fall.
The tears you cried, they hurt us all.
Deadline mid-night California PST tonight !
Enjoying the entries to date.
A poem I wrote several years ago I'd like to share:
(ref: http://tailor-stately.110mb.com/ or https://sites.google.com/site/apoetingardenvalley/ )
Scrabble
O'er
Roughest-relentless
Slope of scree
Precious are the
Harvested
Grinding querns
Precariously borne
Away
8/3/2007
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
harvest the thought
save it for when it is
sought
after all a feeling
is what it ought
when words
let's you fault.
bump;)
I think this needs a judge anyone ? :)
I agree with cacian—this contest is nigh one month overdue! I even pm'd Tailor to make sure he was okay but got no answer. I keep my fingers crossed he's just overbooked.
But can anyone else play the judge, please?
good point. how about you do it then start it off
oops but then you can you have posted or can you or maybe someone else. let see if anyone is online haha ;)
I don't look into this site much these days but I'd say let pendragon take over.