Thank you for starting us off with a first great entry.
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Thank you for starting us off with a first great entry.
I was going to wait until I got more entries to judge a good deadline date but maybe that is just making people procrastiante :toetap05:
So, the Deadline will be April 5th
Way too difficult.
YesNo gets my vote.
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Originally Posted by jajdude
It is a rather complicated form. I've never seen it before, but then there are many things I have not seen before. The repeating lines remind me of villanelles and triolets.
Someone else better enter, jajdude, or the form I'll pick for the next contest is whatever "Mary Had a Little Lamb" was written in. You won't want that to happen.
"villanelles and triolets"
are we speaking the same language?
A challenger approaches!
:p
Just need to figure out what to write about...
Destiny
The days pass like eons now
Shadows fill up each waking hour
I might face them better if I knew how
But they wait in silence my soul to devour
Shadows fill up each waking hour
With dread bringing sweat upon the brow
But they wait in silence my soul to devour
I dare not lift my weary hand from the plow
With dread bringing sweat upon the brow
I’ll go down in flames, fighting every hour
I dare not lift my weary hand from the plow
Hope whispers softly, “Weakness is power.”
But they wait in silence my soul to devour
And Death hovers close on my ship’s prow
Survival depends on living in each hour
And giving Fate a raised eyebrow
Pendragon
© Sunday, March 13, 2011
Monologue within
My head is empty now.
Worlds exist therein,
If only I knew how
My head is empty now.
Sleep will soon begin,
And with a silent vow
Colors start to spin.
Worlds exist therein
The dream tree's every bough.
And it is no sin
To live between the now.
If only I knew how
Dreams distilled as gin,
I'd sip and share and show,
Free the mind again.
This form was a bear, and I'm still not quite satisfied with how I tackled it... curses.
Guess I'll give it a shot...
Rain
In the raven sky
A thousand falling stars
Leave silvery streaks
And shimmer with the moon.
A thousand falling stars
Fly swift as arrows;
Violinist fingers
Play nimble eighth-notes.
Leave silvery streaks
That flash in your blue eyes;
You ponder the world
With all its mysteries.
And shimmer with the moon
As a barn owl sings
And listen as the rain
Whispers on the roof.
Thanks for resurrecting this thread Dark Muse. A very challenging form, here is my attempt at doing it justice:
Prisms in the night
Beneath the purple moon
Weaving mystic light
Upon the cosmic loom
Beneath the purple moon
Dancing with such grace
A swirling neon plume
Phosphorescent lace
Weaving mystic light
Through whirling stellar felt
Snaking through the night
A chrysocolla belt
Upon the cosmic loom
Gaia spins her yarn
Aurora in full bloom
By the mountain tarn.
Sorry for the delay I was preoccupied last week, but now I am here. I want to thank those who stepped up to the plate to tackle this challenging form. You have all din a great job, and had your revenge on me for making my job now twice as difficult, so here goes:
YesNo: A beautiful start to this difficult form. I loved the subject of your poem, it had an almost eerie haunting quality, but I liked the dual aspect as well in the way in which it played between nightmares and dreams and day and night, showing the different moods and effects between the two, the safety of daylight, and the vulnerability of the night. I also thought you did a good job with your just of rhyme.
krymsonkyng: Well you may not be happy with the result of your poem, but I think you have done quite well with it. You have brought your usual unique style into this difficult form which was quite enjoyable to read. I thought the first line was a great way to grab the readers interest and intrigue them, and I loved the originality of the poem, I particularly loved the line "Dreams distilled as gin,"
moonbird: First of all I have to say I thought that "In the raven sky" was a beautiful way to start the poem off, and instantly caught my attention. Your poem created a rather beautiful, mystical and elegant image. A lovely way to paint the picture of the night and it gives such a serene feeling, and I loved the line "Violinist fingers"
RaoulDuke: Another beautiful poem capturing a haunting image of the night sky. And another captivating starting line to peek my interest from the get do. You had so many great lines within your poem, but one of my favorites was "Phosphorescent lace" I loved the way in which you used such challenging words within this difficult form, and I really liked you use of the rhyme.
But the winner is.......
Pendragon: You never fail to impress and though I had a tough choice among many great poems, out of all of them yours is the one which spoke to me the most and left the most profound impression upon me. You created such vivid images in my mind. A well crafted poem from start to finish, I loved the somberness of the mood within your piece.
Thanks, Dark Muse! I'll get a form up as soon as possible.
The next form is simple. Let's do free verse, no rhyme. Make the poem at least 15 lines long. The rest is up to your imagination! Allons-y!
Awesome job Pendragon! Guess I'll start us off...
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And so it begins.
Gypsy Lace
She wove her gypsy lace
beneath a wayward moon,
as the wrinkles gathered
beneath her aging eyes.
Nimble her fingers
thread stories of the ages,
while when each colored strand
voices of the dead whispered.
She worked before the
primal firelight,
where centuries before
her ancestors once
played the melodies
upon a Roma guitar.
Where the women danced
among their flaunting veils
embolden of vibrant
unapologizing colors,
hiding not the passions
of the soul.
Nice entries so far! Keep 'em coming! :lurk5: