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Fair Hamadryad
A portrait of the wood nymph
Would do no justice to her grace
The sun, the moon, the stars in heaven
Are all diminished by her face
No poem - be it written with the choicest
Words a mortal could conceive
Would ever catch her matchless beauty
And lead one to disbelief
A song of unbridled love accompanied by
Golden lyre - sung for all eternity
Could offer, still, no recompense
Nor match her soliloquy
:tailor STATELY
There once was a girl
And she was beautiful.
A man asked once
To paint on her skin
As it was so pure and fair.
Now the man is gone.
His painting remains.
When the canvas is skin, and the medium is ink
Sometime the result is a grand masterpiece
It eats her, the tattoo,
like the parting words
of a generation
born to turn your back on people
gracefully straight your spine indeed
reminding of Japanese woodcut prints
of old
your life remains sad and empty though,
your story written in black and white
as you invent it again and again and anew
overnight
crystal lies fly out of your mouth
truths as twisted as a tatoo tree
with branches rambling up your skin
your canvas
He's gone and she's alone
With memories and longing
Carved into her like a stone
I want to thank everyone who has entered with thier great entires so far, and remind you all that the dealine is five days away, so those who have not entered yet, don't delay.
Tarp below canvas.
A paintbrush of needles. Art
demands sacrifice
Ok for once I am actually on time with this. I know the last few times I have got behind in my judging.
I want to thank everyone for your great entries which I enjoyed reading and which made my job difficult as always, but now here goes:
YesNo: I love the way in which you say so true to the minimalist style, and captured such an elegant moment in only two brief lines. You have captured the beauty of the image and I also enjoyed the way in which you incorporated the use of rhyme in the poem.
tailor STATELY: I loved the subject of your poem, and I thought you captured some wonderful imagery. I really enjoyed the style of Romanticism which came through in your words, and how you gave it such a classical feeling. You gave a beautiful story to the image.
moonbird: I really liked your use of minimalism, and the way in which you were able to tell a complete story within such few words as well I think the last line of the poem does leave a lasting impression upon the mind which reflects the effect to the painted image.
Pendragon: I like the touch of humor which your poem had. I really enjoyed the opening/first line of the poem and it caught my attention right away making me curious to see what would come next, and something about the last line gave my a chuckle and I enjoyed the overall concept of the idea.
breathtest: I have to see I really enjoyed this one. A great use of minimalism and I loved the originality within your poem. I loved the way in which you were able to capture the image without running the risk of becoming too literal in simply describing it, but you gave your own unique impression of it and provided a very different approach. This poem was a very near runner up.
DieterM: First of all I have to say I loved the title of your poem. I loved your reference to the Japanese woodcuts because when I was first seeking out a picture, I started by trying to find a good image of a cherry blossom tree because of coming spring, and ended up coming across all these beautiful sensual images of Japanese styled tattoos of cherry blossoms, which led me to this image, so I was under the Asian influence in choosing this picture. You have some beautiful lines and I love that touch of melancholy and sadness within your poem, particularly I found the 2nd stanzas to be quite moving. I loved the line "crystal lies fly out of your mouth" and thought that the last stanza was very powerful.
krymsonkyng: I thought you were able to create a very powerful poem in the use of such few words, and I really enjoyed the way in which I could feel the sparseness within your poem. There is a subtle suggestion to it which leaves one with the feeling of things which are not said and reading between the lines of the poem.
But without further ado the winner is.........
jajdude: I do not like, the first word out of my mouth after reading your poem was WOW. I though this was brilliantly done. You captured such a profound emotion and said so much in so little. It was both beautiful and very moving and I think in this way it captures the true sprit of minimalism, as well as capturing the soul of the image, and brining one captured moment into vivid life.
5 seasons
Summer we sit together.
Autumn we fit together.
Winter we lie together.
Spring we die together.
Eternal we are together.
Me? Really? Ok thank you Muse.
For our next bit of nonsense, the topic is
"Food"
good luck all.
After a week or so with no entries I shall be the 'judge' dude.
Well done jajudge! I'll start it off...
As you glut yourself
with packets of sugar
do not forget
to taste the sweetness.
Would have been my choice as well, jajdude!
MENU
Sautéed cerebellum Julianne,
served with a small bowl of diced dreams
and a mixed emotions salad
topped with Cream Of Hope dressing.
Off to the left,
a side order of shish-a-bob of chopped remembrances, flambé.
The wine?
Absinthe of Lethe, please.
And hold the slice of cold reality…
Pendragon
Complaining to the Waiter
Too many teeth your monster had.
His eyes were far too wide
And as I ate him, piece by piece,
The parts remaining cried.
Congrats jajdude !
Will enter shortly.
OK just a far-sickle:
Farcical
Sandwich
Sand witch ?
Sand which
Hand me a sandwich !
Sand which ?
Sand witch
The witch's sandwich
Sand in me sandwich !
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY