Moments
So small that they
Slip by--never noticed
By those they make--humans, though they
Could see
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Moments
So small that they
Slip by--never noticed
By those they make--humans, though they
Could see
µScopic
Great eyes stare down at me
A very blight of glaucous-blue
Focusing on my every whit
illumed bare from below
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* The above is my entry, but I had to continue below:
µScopic (continues)
But better this than my cousins
Whose quantum mass are slight
For they get set into a chamber
Watching bosons firing left an'...
gone
5/26/2012
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Reminder the deadline is June 10th. I would love to have even more entries before then.
The small exists,
and eats us all.
YesNo: Ah, the mysteries of a world we cannot see yet must somehow exist. A nice portrayal of this conundrum.
cacian: Very weird formatting yet strangely mesmerizing.
Pendragon: I now feel like a murderer for plucking my eyebrows. Interesting poem.
MorpheusSandman: An original take on my subject prompt.
Honorable mention jajdude: I really have no idea why I liked this, but I did. Certainly the most mimimalistic entry.
And your winner is........tailor STATELY: My inner particle physics nerd smiled while reading this one. Although I enjoyed the addition of the second half, the piece certainly didn't suffer by me judging only the first. Very nicely written.
Woo-hoo! Thank you moonbird.
Next subject: signs
Due date: June 30th
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Unexplainable, Meaningful Signs
They happen so coincidentally,
They knock my precious preconceptions free.
Stop. Go. Yield. Slow.
Beware of Fallen Rocks.
Slippery When Wet.
Merge. No U Turn. One Way. Curve.
Bridge Ices Over Before Road.
Detour. Men Working. Bridge Out. No Loitering.
Keep Off the Grass. Do Not Enter.
Dead End.
Pendragon
2012
signs
solemly written for comfort
idealy symbolised for redemption
glowingly glorified for mentions
knowingly and intensely captured and raptured
simply signifying falsoms
Prophecy
The bird takes flight
a broken olive branch
destiny hangs in the balance
the blind prophet alone
reads the signs.
Deadline coming soon ! (6/30)
The lightning flash
Of stormy skies
Reflects its truth
In dead men's eyes
Its dark and looming
Prophesy
Shines bright on deaf men
Doomed to see
The hour black
Of life's last breath
Is signed in storm-clouds
Gray with death.
Aging
Joints, he says,
ache like hell,
and he looks more
for his bed
than for company in it.
It must be it. :smile5:
(Jerusalem, June 30, 2012)
The deadline has passed. Judge needed here.
The due date being long past, and having contacted Tailor by PM and receiving no reply, I throw out my own entry in this contest, and will find a winner from among those left. I told Tailor in my PM I'd do this, so she knows.
cacian, you're up! Congrats!