Minimalist Poetry Contest

A crowd gathers in the sun
The sun darkens everyone
And everyone's gone when darkness comes

She pursed her salty lips
as the ferry docked at the terminal.
It's titanic ramp clanged open
while her wrought iron hopes sunk.

Thanks, jajdude and Delta40! Nice contributions!

A Moment Caught in Gold

Liquid sky stretched
beyond the world's edge,
warm water-worn
grains of gold beneath
bare toes leaving
fading impressions
like the memory
of the sun before
it sinks below,
and moonlight
floats across
the mirrored
surface.

i never was so happy
as when there was
sand between my toes
and ice cream on my tongue

Thanks for the contributions to the contest, Dark Muse and moonbird!

I look at a tiny shell
and wonder how long it took
and how far it traveled
to this place where I find it

Thanks, Pendragon!

At the Beach #2


When at the beach
My joy is best described
as that of a year old
Labrador pup
free from restraint
When at the beach

7/30/2011

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

Thanks, tailor STATELY!

Thanks, everyone, for the submissions! They were all a pleasure to read.

jajdude: I liked the idea of the sun darkening the bathers who leave when darkness comes, I assume, both to their skin and the sky.

Delta40: There is a strangeness about your piece that I liked, especially the "wrought iron hopes".

Dark Muse: The idea of the beach sand resembling grains of gold as the sun set was nice.

moonbird: I also have happy memories of the beach and ice-cream and your poem helped recall them.

Pendragon: Your thoughts about shells made me realized I've wondered something similar about fossilized shells I've found at some stony shores.

tailor STATELY: Dogs do seem to enjoy the beach. Perhaps it is just the large area they can run in.

It was difficult to pick a winner from this selection, but the winner is Delta40! The unusual idea of sinking hope made your poem stand out.

Congratulations!

Congratulations! Delta40

Wow! This is the first time I've won anything! Thanks so much! (are 3 exclamations a little over the top for this occasion?)

(Days later) Sorry guys I didn't realise I get to pick the next topic so here it is!

Building

The nightmare's terrible vision broke,
and in the dream a building,
and in the nighttime it towers
like a false God, this house
of God.

Building

I built a castle in the sand.
The waves pushed it away.
The castles built up in my mind
Won't leave. They tend to stay.