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Great start everyone! I can already tell this will be a difficult job for me to choose. I'd like to give plenty of time for more people to write and I've come up with a deadline I think would be a great day to end the entries- my birthday! So...
The deadline is August 16th everyone!
Write on my fellow poets!
I laugh, laugh
While I’m so young that I may laugh
Because I don’t know what it is to be breath-taken
I run, run
While my back is still aligned,
Because mother always makes me drink my milk.
I play, play
While I still remember how
Because the sand is like the gravel and the waves are like a slide.
I do what I will do
While the world around me’s mine
Before I’m old enough to learn how small I am.
Hey everyone- just a reminder, only a few more days to go!!!!!!! Pick up your pens, stretch your fingers across your keyboards and write my fellow poets!!!! :]
Waves In a Water Cage
by mazHur
Like a lion in a cage
you will remain confined
to the surface of the Sea;
Oh, waves! With all your fury
you'll remain tamed
in the surge of water;
I will keep watching you
like people watch beasts
imprisoned in cages
of concrete and steel
which they can't get out from;
you too, angry waves, relax
I am young and beyond your reach
come with full force if you can
my legs are strong to outrun you;
you may be strong but I
can tame the smaller beastly
ripples and wade;
perchance you lost your mind
and tried to catch me
I bet you will fail,
and even if you broke your limits
you won't get me;
I am young and strong
my legs are brisk
my moves are rapid
better not foam and flash,
come on, catch me;
catch me if you can,
I am running and can escape
from your aqua clutches;
I know you will ultimately
get exhausted, sloth and slumber
at low tide
when all your dutch courage
borrowed from boozy full moon
would be gone!
Siren
The way you lick my toes and lap at my feet,
You cool and refresh and I jump back,
Daring you to come closer, to grab me and take me away,
But I have no time to wait, I'll go alone,
You tempt me with castles but I don't need one,
Instead, I beat my chest, raise my arms, and run,
My feet just touching all those million billion white hot coals,
And there is no end in sight, until I hear your voice, faint,
Over the salty wind, calling me back, and I stop, turning,
To face my speedy journey, to trace it, to savor it, slowly.
ampoule, August Fourteenth, TwoThousandNine
Okay- no more poems! I'll post the results soon, before tomorrow if I can.
This is a hard choice! :banana:
Pendragon-
I definitely liked the repetition of “Hey, Dad! Let’s do something!” The contrast between the springing youth and the adult is great and I liked the change in the end. My favorite line was “He’s off again, like a new fledged bird on wings!”
Rabid Reader
I liked the classical sound the poem had, it reminded me of the timeless nature of the sea while it’s words pointed to it’s recklessness. Great line- “to dance at the whim of mind, is
Dangerous and reckless.”
Breathtest
The simplicity of your poem and its beat capture the picture’s spirit well, simple, elegant and quick.
PoemsEulogy
Your simple poem is beautiful. I like the repetition within it. I love the ending best “I will do I will do/while the world around me’s mine/before I’m old enough to learn how small I am.”
Mazhur
A masterpiece. This is a great poem. It captures perfectly the spirit of youth that defies the world and the oceans waves “catch me if you can.” For the other poems I stated a favorite line or part of the poems but with yours I cannot because each line is crafted equally well. Good job.
Ampoule
This a very well written poem. I love the line “Instead, I beat my chest, raise my arms, and run,” So well does this line capture the boys spirit! Good job. :]
Laurahws-
Wow. An amazing piece of poetry. You gave me a new view for the photo and yet at the same time captured exactly what I saw when I took it (for indeed I was the photographer). The rhythm to your poem is amazing and gives me the feeling I am the child running by the sea. I do not have a favorite line, instead a favorite stanza:
And someday my return must be, I fear,
With sandled socks, where foam-drenched feet have splashed,
And face slack-skinned, once by sensation swelled.
But not this day – today my heart could burst
And I shall soar and dance and throb with life.
Today I must run.
I had a very hard time deciding the winner- all of your poems are extraordinary but my choice was definite:
And the winner is Laurahws!
:banana::banana:CONGRATULATIONS!:banana::banana:
Indeed, a beautiful poem by Laurahws. Can't wait to see the picture she chooses. Congratulations!
Wasn't expecting that, there were some lovely poems there, so thank you:)
I'm in the middle of moving out of India after 6 months, so things are a bit hectic right now but I'll try to make it a priority to get a new picture up either tomorrow or the day after:)
Congrads, Laurahws! I think yours would have been my choice as well. Very inspired! :wave:
Congrat Laura
I like this line
"Today I must run.''
as a whole your poem sounds sonorous being beautifully wrapped in
a flow of soft-sounding words.
Keep up the good work!
Yay! Good job. Can't wait for the new one.
Right, here's the image I've decided on (I hope it comes out ok-I've never posted a picture on a forum before, bit of a novice!)
Hope you like it and happy poetry writing!
http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3651/...8daf8b.jpg?v=0
Madonna
It still looks the same, in every land,
No color nor creed need apply
A mother with baby held tightly in her hands
Gently responding to the tiny cry—
Whatever the need, she’s there to supply,
With loving care and tender heart—
She loves baby so much, she’d be willing to die
To see that little life gets a new start…
Oh, you see, she takes her life from man,
But in some seemingly magical way
She turns right around, and gives it back again
Each time she has a new child on the way—
And who is to say if her child in purple all swirled:
Will grow up to save or destroy this world…
Pendragon
© Wednesday, August 26, 2009
The story unravels
The rumour key travels
Collecting dust in the gravels
Since the Siren of Eden.
She fled in sheer eloquence
From meaning and consequence
Rather than choose ignorance
Misconstruing into the heathen.
The Siren emerged
And philosophies converged
And the waters purged
As Noah threw in his hand
Who lost his head
When the legend wed
Her true love, call him Fred,
In the desert sand.