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Tick-Tock, people! Enter the contest today and be heard!
The contest is officially over, and the results are as follows:
I truly love the structure of the villianelle, and I felt that each poem was definitely worthy of winning. But in the end, there can only be one...
alakungfu:
Lovely structure and repeating lines. I just am not convinced that it fits the secondary rule of being about "Year's End".
Darkmuse:
What I really loved about your poem was the tightness of it, the ability to show an entire story in short, carefully chosen lines. Well done, my hat is off to you!
AuntShecky:
What can I say? This poem really blew me away, and is my choice for the winner of the poem form contest. You not only wrote a lovely villianelle, you nailed the "Year's End" rule very precisely! My sincere congrads!
So AuntShecky may choose the next form. I hope we have a greater number of poems in the next contest. We appear to be slacking on contests here!
You mean the ditty whose central metaphors are drinkin' and gamblin'? We demand a recount!
Seriously though, this piece came about when it dawned on me that every turn of a year is like a wager in that, despite the sorrows and disillusionment of the old year gone by, our hopes are the stakes when we make a "bet" that the new year will be better (pun intended.)
And I feel so much "better" now that this piece was chosen! I am doubly-honored because the other entries were quite good and that you, Pen, were the one who picked this. Thanks for the opportunity to select the next poetry form which is:
a triad with the theme of "a fresh start."
Of Irish and Welsh origins, the triad is an expanded version of the tercet. The triad can be either 9 or -- as in the example below --12 lines. The trick is taking three items or images and linking them together with a common bond. Some definitions state that the triad should illustrate the effect of the three things upon a person, but that's not so essential as connecting the trio together.
Whenever a person needs an example of a certain type of poem, she rarely go wrong with the virtuoso of verse, the great Swinburne. He's the "go-to guy" when it comes to demonstrating poetic forms. The following is the second of three triads the maestro wrote in 1878:
The message of April to May,
That May sends on into June
And June goes out to July
For birthday boon;
The delight of the dawn in the day,
The delight of the sky in the noon,
The delight of a song in a sigh
That breaks the tune;
The secret of passing away,
The cast of the change of the moon,
None knows it with ear or with eye,
But all will soon.
So, to recap:
1. Write a triad about "a fresh start."
2. Your poem should have either three 3-line or three 4-line stanzas, rhymed or unrhymed, but if the former, please make sure the lines have a a consistent meter.
3. Post your poem on or before January 18, 2010.
Thank you again, and I hope we'll see numerous entries!
Well done, alakungfu, Dark Muse and AuntShecky, and my congratulations to you, AuntSheckY. It was an awesome poem.
When winter turns into spring,
Life begins anew with a song
The trees gain a brand-new wardrobe
Thoughts turn to love
Love turns to a song
Rebirth of the soul
Watching the fluffy clouds
Sunlight makes a beautiful song
Warmth in the heart
Starting over again
Rejoining that sacred song
Flowers in spring
Pendragon
1/3/10
Thank you, q -- are you going to send us a triad? And thanks again, Pen --this time for posting a fine entry.
Hope more LitNetters will post a triad.
I will consider it AuntShecky. I really wanted to try the villanelle, but things came up.
Luna Lupus
Reborn beneath a Winter's Moon
now infused with nocturne sight
at the alter of blood sacrifice
To become a hunter of the night
bathed within silver moonlight
blood of the beast warms the cold
Taste of blood, life's vital wine
new found life as a stalker in the dark
serenade to Mother Moon.
the water at thirty two degrees begins to freeze
forming a tissue of insuperable delicacy
the freshet of water that lies beneath
flowing to the river, to the sea
the infant bird lies, its goggle eyes closed,
its beating heart palpable beneath
newly formed skin, a linen bandage lying
between life and death
in the turmoil of my mind, a freshet of questions
do I love you? do I know how to?
Can I love beyond the hurt? I grope for answers,
and in the groping, hold out my hand to you
Qimissung
Thanks for the entries so far.
To reiterate:
write a triad consisting of three or four 3-line stanzas OR three 4-line stanzas connecting three images, thoughts, or items associated with a fresh start.
Deadline: January 18, 2010
Oh I'll give this a shot. I have until the 18th. Good.
As if it were the dark device of dreams,
the road stumbled me early toward the shore,
from black to gray as day laid down its beams.
The waves rolled ‘round my legs from Tenneriffe,
from Portugal and Spain the waters came,
an ancient sea made new, so clear, though brief.
The realm of sleep dissolved with dawn’s bright fan,
flown with the mist that veiled the far bent line
that rent the sky and where the world began.
© Copyright 2010
Impressive entries so far -- keep 'em comin'!
Just a quick notice that the deadline entries for this leg of the form poetry contest will be one week from today,January 18. See Reply # 675 for the rules for this specific round.
Quick reminder that entries for this round of will be accepted through this coming Monday, Jan. 18, 2010. Specific rules in thread #675 above.