Subject Poetry Contest.

Thanks. There's no doubt about it - real experiences make better poetry.



Next subject is A Window- metaphorical, actual, symbolic, the view through it or whatever.

As seen in Catalogue

The eye on the division
of outside and in
The narrator of both worlds
with a sill for a chin
Within hours and angles
perceptions will change
both sun-room and streetlight
stories are framed
The sun gives permission
of how much to hint
the beholder's reflection
and how ghostly a tint
Without preference or opinion
be it open or closed
Just don't be complacent
when there's kids with a hose

THE WINDOW

Every evening it is the same:
Pad, pad, pad, pad—
back and forth in front of the window
of his upstairs study.
I ask him what he thinks he’s doing.
“Looking for your mother!” he replies somewhat testily.
“Dad”, I remind him gently,
“Mom’s been dead for nearly five years.”
His reply is just an explosive bark.
Pad, pad, pad, pad.
That night, dad dies in his sleep.
After the funeral, I return to the house
to tidy up a few loose ends.
As I enter the upstairs study,
I hear a sickeningly familiar sound:
Pad, pad, pad, pad.
My God! Will he never be at rest?

Pendagon

Advice is freely offered me
On why to change my hard-won ways.
Some think they see what I can't see
And jabber on and on for days.

It's safe inside. I like the night.
Well-wishers praise a window for
The way it lets in air and light.
Tomorrow, they'll suggest a door.

Visiting Hours

I watch you from behind the glass,
so close, and yet achingly out of reach,
and all I wish is to touch you,
but these barriers remain between us,
unbreakable, but they cannot sever
the connection we share,
we can feel each other standing on separate sides,
but still untied, and while the world
continues to bustle past around us,
I find myself alone but for you,
and I feel the weight of my helplessness
you know I would do anything to take away
your pain, to take you away from this place,
but now all I can do is watch, and wait,
and know you know that I am here.

it slams
and close
opens and pose
fresh air is froze
when winter blows
but rain infers through
pane it throws.
window to hope
is light to rose
weather permit
it lures
the sun to merse
and derse
against the glass
the frame it likes.

Some really great poetry coming out this round! Enjoying the different approaches very much :)

what is the deadline prendrelemick?:)

eerm shall we say a week...ish

Ok, first things first, DARK MUSE is the winner. Sometimes her stuff is too plain for me -I like a bit of flowery poesy- but this was spot on. The matter of fact language enhanced the strong emotional content. Lines like ;-

we can feel each other standing on separate sides,
but still untied, and while the world
continues to bustle past around us,

were the clincher for me. (should that be united?)

Pendragon once again had a strong entry, good penmanship as usual, but not as emotionally moving as the above- inspite of the subject.

Slipee was going to be the winner when I first read it, because of the unusual approach - having the window itself -its abilities and foibles -as the subject was clever, but just pipped by dark muse this time.

Yesno went a little beyond my comprehension, I think I got her angle after a few re-reads - I like the way her mind works.

cacian went way beyond my comprehension, but I understand that her poetry is about sounds and shapes rather than comprehension and I like the way she sticks to what she wants to do.


Congratulations Dark Muse.

prendrelemick thank you.
Congratulations Dark Muse,

Thank you very much, I will think up a good new subject soon

Next Subject is Hearth/Fireplace

Deadline Dec. 1

The center of the home, the hearth,
Is warm though hearts don't care
And let their mouths slip into rage
To bother loved ones there.

Fuel poverty

Sitting by the hearth,
The cat and me,
Both lost in silent reverie.

Both thinking,
It would be better on the whole,
If we could afford some coal.