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Here, Cacian. Sorry I wrote this fast. Though not good, you'll get what I mean.
my domestic life
mother’s nagging
wakes up early
to start the chorus:
father’s sermon,
sister’s complaint,
brother’s guitar,
our hungry dog.
it’s seven o’clock-
too early for muffs
and silicone plugs.
Conversations at the Cafe
Spectrums of..
jewelry.....
return -myself
isolate
reality..
there is nothing wrong with
...the cat
a loss
postponing-
decisions
pervert -- truth
what you really want
-clam chowder-
to do...
nudge yourself-----
strong again.
eekpot riplot boo
Om
irrot yogblot noo
Om! Om!
yiptot tripgot doo
OM! OM! OM!
Om
Om
I see miyako. I'll try see if i understood :)
a symphony
music
and sea
woosh like bee
screech note
and key
ping pong
does gee
bounce up
and free
winning all
three
tournament
prix
Us, Our, We.
My teeming brain within,
Is stilled by thoughts of you,
You drive out the cacophony,
Of life's o'erbearing stew,
"You" my place of peace
"Our" my place of home,
"We" is my resilience,
And "Us" my comfort zone.
The verdict:
Dark Muse, I like the interruptions of thoughts and worries.
YesNo, I like the idea very very much, but the poem has no narrative. I wish those senseless noises are city noises, noises of busy people or noises of chaotic life that call for meditation.
Cacian, I like the energy of the poem, but they are all noises. Where is the muting?
Prendrelemic, yours is the most coherent, but the focus is not on discordant sounds but on the word "cacophony".
It's between Dark Muse and Prendrelemic. It seems their poems are opposite. But I have to follow the mechanics I proposed--write about cacophony and tone it down for extra challenge.
I'll give it to Dark Muse.
Thank you, I will have the new subject soon.
For the minimal poetry challenge I could not resist the idea of providing a picture of something microscopic for your next inspiration and I became quite fascinated with this little guy.
It is called Tardigrades, commonly known as water bears
http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/...48_468x413.jpg
Deadline March 5
I am the monster
Under your bed
Because you cannot see me
Doesn't mean I'm not there!
Every time that you shrink
In one of your dreams
Come face the water bear
Am I fierce, do you think?
Pendragon
(C) 2/23/2014
I don't know much about them, but
They seem quite happy living there
Out of my sight out of my mind.
About me, too, they do not care.
microscopic cosmonaut
tardigrade in outer space
solar winds do not harm you
nor do you freeze in that sub-zero vacuum
they deprive you of oxygen - you survive
tiny little water bear
what is your secret?
I'm clueless I'm
helpless I'm freezing
there's that hole where
my stomach should be
where my body should be
and your cold stare
holds me like a laser beam
as you say 'It's over
it's over I'm done
with you', and your gaze
gets colder still, so cold
that it could even kill
a tardigrade
Sorry of the delay, things have been a bit hectic over here. Great entries everyone. This one was a really hard choice to make.
Pendragon: I really enjoyed the playful mood of your poem. It made me chuckle and I think it did suit the image quite well.
YesNo: An entertaining poem. I quite enjoyed it. I really like the idea that these microscopic creatures exist as happily oblivious to our existence as most of us do to theirs.
windblown: Wow, I loved the imagery of your poem. There are some wonderful lines here. It is a lovely poem about survival touched with a certain feeling of sadness, for it seems like it would be quite lonely sustaining those harsh environments in which none else can manage to live.
And the winner is....
DieterM: Love this, I loved the original way in which you integrated the inspiration within your poem. I also found it to be quite gripping to read. Great concept.
Oh wow, thank you, Dark Muse! It was a difficult topic, to be sure, and I had to look up the word because the photo left me clueless... and immediately, I was taken in by the explanation that this small creature could survive incredibly extreme environments. That and some rainy weeks might explain my inspiration.
Anyway, I feel honoured.
Now, let's see what we could use for the new round. Know what? I'd like to travel someplace exotic and expensive (don't worry, even a metro-trip to the suburb sometimes seems too expensive to me, lol)
Alright, why not. Topic: faraway.
Deadline: Sunday, March 30, 2014