Minimalist Poetry Contest

Wow! What riches! This is going to be fun.

To measure miles in steps
Watch the scenery change

To measure a journey
Watch your attitude shift

Removed. . .

Thank you everyone for your entries. This contest will end February 26.

On the path between daylight and darkness
sleep takes us –

electric journeys; technicolour dreams.

Every neuron has a destiny.
Every night
is morning’s unrequited love.

Beginning:

Odysseus,
mighty warrior


End:

Next

step

into

silence

This contest is now closed. I'll have the results in the next few days. Thanks to everyone who entered!

I would like to thank all of you who chose to enter this contest. I had a lot of fun judging this one. My criteria: who melded best what they said with how they said it. I guess that would be usual with anything one writes, but since this is a minimalist poetry contest, I was more aware ot that than usual.

Dark Muse faced forward into possibility.

Autolycus-our journey begins when we figure out how to take that first step.

Hack, loved the line "Green juniper sail."

Virgil, yours was one of my favorites, a walk that ends in romance. Sigh.

firefangled-breaking with a painful past is a worthwhile journey indeed.

Thank You, Pendragon, for bringing us full circle. :)

SilasThorne, the most poetical, of course.

krymsonkyng, yours was the true measure of a journey. Thank You.

Fifth took us into technicolor dreams

And Prince mused on morning's unrequited love, a master, as always, with few words.

But for me, this journey takes me to Daniel Benoit. His poem resonated so strongly between what was said, and what was not, and took me farther than I planned to go. And isn't that the point of an odyssey?

So, Daniel, choose the next topic, please.

Aww thanks qimi! I am once again flattered and honored.

Next topic: memory of childhood

Flashback

Flashes
like floods
remembered blood
glimpsed from the darkness
trembling with fear
helpless
behind the closet door
screams still
echo within
dreams.

pebble black eyes
pearl teeth
blood

I first met
death
in a gopher trap

Thanks for the quick jump guys! :D

Deadline is. . . .say, March 15?

nipple heavy
mother's mammary
muscle heaving
father's flung flight

I've only had one home
It's where all my memories lie
The house fell down in a flood
I was just 15

That white clapboard house on Maple Street
Haunts me in my dreams
A childhood full of innocence
Every golden memory

Pendragon