Welcome back, Cassie! Three wonderful entries, now!
And there is still a week left for new ones!
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Welcome back, Cassie! Three wonderful entries, now!
And there is still a week left for new ones!
One day more to go- Deadline 1. September because of the local time differences.
There is still time for new posts!
Three very interesting interpretations of the theme:
tS:The symbol of the mandala as a lead to a meditation on faith, death and life.
Yes/No- One can hear the wheel turning in a cadence where joy alternates with sorrow on the wheel turned by love.
Cassie: One can also hear the wheel turning in this dialogical poem. It´s hard truth is clad in a graceful form.
Congrats all!
And the winner is Cassie!
Congratulations Cassie Hughes !
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Congratulations, Cassie!
Thanks for the great prompt and granting me the win Danik and thanks tailor and yes/no for the congrats I really loved both of your poems.
The next subject will be 'Crossing Borders' use it as you may. I can't wait to see the different interpretations you all come up with. :)
crossing borders: california
oregon with its
familial bones is
foreign ground -
a land to pass through
to the comfort of my
memories of youth
having visited
leaving nevada for
home in california
is like giving one athirst
a spring
in which to wash
arizona has no
memories for me
though she of me
to me just a land
too far; too removed
from the sea
I lack the desire to
leave for the née
aztec nation - a land too
in love with itself
to love its people
leaving california is
like love unrequited -
like being smothered
by a surrealistic pillow
9/4/2017
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Thanks Tailor, what a great start! That's really set down a challenge. :)
The boundary is the part that’s strange,
More different than sides.
A river, mountain, moat or wall
May halt the movements of us all
To keep us occupied.
We're both of this land.
I was dispossessed and need a home.
You too were here since dot
And now are dispossessed.
Even if I gave my hand across the line
How could you trust, and take it?
...and we have a contest! Three fantastic entries so far. Lets see how many more of you can step up to the challenge. :)
Just realised I never set a deadline for this contest so lets give it until midnight on Sat 23rd of this month. (BST) Plenty of time for those of you still thinking about it to join in. :)
One more day if anyone wants to get in an entry!
Well. After long deliberations I must say this has not been an easy choice. Thanks to all three of you for such wonderfully thought provoking entries.
tailor STATELY - a poem that really took us on a journey. Loved the way it carried me along and that last stanza was just brilliant!
YesNo - very profound. Physical boundaries are much easier to cope with than those we can not see.
spikepipsqueak - very relevant in todays political climate I fear. It might be short but this really touched a nerve and made me think.
And the winner is......... spikepipsqueak!!
Congratulations spikepipsqueak !
Congratulations spikepipsqueak!
Congratulations spikepipsqueak! I hope you choose an instigating prompt.
Wow! Thank you, Cassie. I really enjoyed the other two. Sorry I'm late responding, can't get here much.
I would love to see responses incorporating the words "energy debt". Take it where you will.
Is a month deadline usual? 1st of November, then?
The energy one has to burn
To pay the debt one has to pay
Should not be more than one can earn
While burning stuff throughout the day,
But creditors--they never learn--
They’ll lend more money anyway
Since that’s the only way they’ll see
The older debt eventually
Returned with interest while it can,
Before the bull has hit the fan.
I like what you have to say and the way that you say it, YesNo.
Just bumping, in case there are others looking for the thread.
Muscles balk, daring to challenge
the mind that forces them on,
A will made strong by memories
of graves gone by.
The latest only yesterday.
A friend, contemporary,
One who shared the last light
of a journey daily made,
Their only exercise
that to and fro
from pub to chippie
then back to couch.
Death initiates the will to change,
Bringing unwilling body to heel.
The energy debt incurred leading
to sublime sleep.
Mindless, repetitive
actions bringing peace
at last to mind unwilling
to face the truth.
That we are merely
fleeting shadows
in the great
wheel of time.
Love this! - Philip Larkinesque in it's area of topicQuote:
Originally Posted by Cassie Hughes
Thanks tonywalt. Praise indeed. *Blushes*
Thanks for the post, Cassie. I am an older person and learning lessons from the loss of friends does speak to me.
I especially like these words, their lyrical quality keeps calling me back to them.
More entries, people? Closing date is the first of next month.Quote:
Originally Posted by Cassie Hughes
How true. Thank you, Cassie!Quote:
Death initiates the will to change,
Bringing unwilling body to heel.
The energy debt incurred leading
to sublime sleep.
Mindless, repetitive
actions bringing peace
at last to mind unwilling
to face the truth.
That we are merely
fleeting shadows
in the great
wheel of time.
Very profound, beautifully written. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Cassie Hughes
Thanks so much guys. :)
Calling it, and I hope I never have to make such a choice again. Both appeal, for very different reasons.
Choosing between 2 pieces that incorporate both truth and beauty I lean towards Cassie, with thanks to both poets.
Congratulations, Cassie!
Thanks spikepipsqueak and YesNo.
As it is November I am going to be very boring and suggest the prompt "Fireworks". It will be interesting to see in which direction the word takes all of your creative minds.
What’s spooky in November
Fireworks my fear.
Bumps and groans
And nighttime moans
Entertain my ears.
A great start YesNo. Who else is going to rise to the challenge?
I give you till Dec 1st...
C'mon guys. Who is prepared to give YesNo a run for their money?.........
Only one day left before I call this so if you want to enter now's the time.......
I couldn't touch that. Y/N did a great little job.
fireworks 1967
crackers and squibs sport as children delight
down by the river this 4th july night
hippies laud the summer of love nearby
blowing smoke into soap bubbles on high
cannonades take charge launching to great heights
then blossoms and spinners emerge like sprites
the finale commands the heavens blaze!
crosettes and willowsvie with strobes, bees, and whistles... fish dart a'glitter
11/29/2017
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Well a two horse race eventually and two such different pieces.
I hate having to choose but am going to go simply with the one that appeals to me most and that is.......
YesNo.
Congrats YesNo and thanks to both you and tailor Stately for taking the time to enter.
Thank you Cassie Hughes and Congratulations YesNo !
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Thank you, Cassie Hughes and tailor STATELY!
The next topic is "December". The deadline will be one week after the first entry to the contest.
December
Once tenth and final month,
Your name redundant after
nameless days were gathered into
years beginning.
Embracing winters chilly solstice in the north,
Or heated golden languor in more
balmy southern climes.
You end the year still
with festive cheer,
Despite the missing duo
owed to render you sublime.