Here's my minimalist song and dance.
The Early Travels of Young Man
Rosetta Stone
Sometimes Spanish home
Choose your own
Adventure prone
Option one, option two
It doesn't matter what I do.
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Here's my minimalist song and dance.
The Early Travels of Young Man
Rosetta Stone
Sometimes Spanish home
Choose your own
Adventure prone
Option one, option two
It doesn't matter what I do.
alfalfa
in a field
half a snake
protrudes
from one bale
in the row
of dew scented
pillows of hay
One Time -
Something happened.
Regret.
The girl in que in front of me
standing beneath the 6th Station of the Cross
hands folded in prayer,
eyes locked shut with inward memory
waiting for the confessional door to open
was wearing a pink frizzled blouse
with her skinny arms bare.
When the door openned,
she turned, the chestnut of her eyes met mine,
the gold of the crucifix across her chest
glowed in the candle light
and she entered.
I was eight years old too,
and I being next
rushed in mind and heart
to roll out my list of sins.
The contest is now closed.
I'll post results very soon. Probably this evening.
:blush: Thanks.
I've been away for awhile, but I hope I can join the next.
Sorry guys, I'm getting to it. There's just a bunch of crap going on right now and I'm trying to find the time.
I was wondering what happened. :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by DanielBenoit
Crap like in baby crap? :)Quote:
Originally Posted by DanielBenoit
Hey everybody, I'm exhausted and am unable to think (just returned from a family party). I would like to say that I enjoyed everyone's poems, but the one that I liked the most was Virgils for its personal subtly and skill in understatment.
So Virgil it's your turn :D
Yay! Thanks Daniel.Quote:
Originally Posted by DanielBenoit
Let's see, how about for a subject: musical memory.
Congratulations, Virgil. I liked yours very much!
Whoa, I clicked this link on a whim, and saw the stuff you all just did, and then Virgil's new idea. And then decided to try it out:
Juke Box Fury
Speakers in the window
Letting the neighborhood know
The boy over there and his friends
Can lay claim to all hours before dawn.
The small yard like a field
Girls far off, old friendship sealed
and Rickie Lee Jones' lyrics
Teach of women to schoolboys on the lawn.
Good job Virgil, all the poems were quite good I thought.
First of June
Sitting on wooden floorboards
Summer awakening
To the sweet sounds of vinyl records
You and me
We take a stroll through Abbey Road
We hold hands and embrace summertime
Within the winds of rock n' roll
Much thanks to DanielB for editing:)