Form Poem Contest

Sorry to hear that you are ill. Will pray. God bless

Pen

Because I do not know how much time I will have for judging this month and so not to leave people hanging I decided to set the deadline for January 1st.

Thank you everyone who entered. This one was very close, and I almost did not want to have to choose only one winner. But it had to be done.

Pendragon: A very playful and endearing poem. I really enjoyed reading this one, and it gave me a chuckle or two. I thought you did a very could job of capturing the feeling of an Autumn day. I could visualize it so perfectly. I loved the different personalities you gave to the squirrels . this one had such a relaxing feeling to it.

krymsonkyng: I really enjoyed the atmosphere you created for this poem. The juxtaposition between the darkness and the romance I thought worked out well. The poem built up a certain feeling of anticipation. I loved the imagery and I thought you really transported the reader into the cave.

And the winner is....

tailor STATELY: A beautiful and elegant poem. I thought this was beautifully written. It painted such a vivid picture and had such a feeling of sadness and nostalgia to it. I thought your haiku paired perfectly with the verse. There was an elegant flow between the two different styles. I think you really captured the essence of the form.

Thanks for the feedback, Dark Muse!

And tailor STATELY! Two "knock it out of the ballpark wins in a row! Nice job, mon ami! :seeya:

2 ? (takes time to peruse other threads... cool !)

Thank you ! and congratulations to all that entered. I really enjoyed this form and will revisit it often.

For the next form I would like to try the abstract form.

From http://www.poetrybase.info/forms/003/359.shtml

Quote:

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Poetry based on conveying emotion rather than thought, using textures, sounds, rhythms, etc. rather than making sense.

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At least 10 lines long.

Let your imaginations run rampant.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

Congratulations, tailor STATELY. I don't know if this fits the abstract form, but here it goes:

The Quest for Gweneloup

Immersed by waters ever walking
Gurgleberg is oozing red.
Mindlessly the mind keeps talking,
Drivel-gray. He's being led
Where peace is bound and still he's stalking
Gweneloup who's long been dead,
Or so those angry maggots said.
They exited her lovely head.
But when he and his bride have wed
Would the earth refresh their bed?

Would the wonder of the season
Been enough, but who can tell?
Come, don't cry. There is no treason.
Sometimes lovers land in hell
For a while for any reason.
Life is just a wishing well
Where the darkness churns a spell
That is where those heroes fell.
Hear the stinging of the bell:
Wedding day as waters swell.

This is my first attempt at this form, so hopefully I grasped the basic concept behind it.


We Danced in the Rain

I have become
--undone---
a reflec-
tion
of your face
tinted in plum.

A fist
like a bruise
(Southern Comfort)
amber in the glass
you laughed
at my frat-
ernity
class.

and all our dreams
are gone
of living on the moon

It was over too soon
but we danced
a moment or
two in the rain.

Now I speak for you
a memory from the past
or have you become me.

It is all a lie
based upon a vague
fac-
simility of
(truth)

descent

hurling down the dark, empty roadway
in a vehicle hung in high gear;
the horn blares only silently,
the brakes failed long ago,
the steering forever locked into a reckless course
leading towards a hairpin curve
that traverses the edge of a two-hundred foot drop
into the smoke-filled abyss…

pendragon

um... BUMP?

truffles of love
chuckle the hearts
laughters of joy
tearless they fall
sound like a prayer
symbols of far
further the truth
simple is life
that lets you
find
rivers and air
such is the care
made out of fair
that leads you out
carefree and lush
fanciful hair
beauty is dared
waving at earth
stars are the soul
the eyes behold.

I'll give this contest 1-more week - final entries by 12:00 mid-night tSst ( tailor STATELY standard time ) February 7th.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

In the night fog of the unremembered the whistle screams of the unwanted,
down trails of the abandoned, where desires chase shadows until the cruel daylight enters and grabs you at your lonesome, throws you across the room into the streets of the hollow-eyed seekers hungry for the bread of complacency, their web-filled notions bleed into conspiracies of consistent so-called conservatism, a thin sheet over their fears, and the walking self that changes little is anchored in decay, prone to repetition and faulty fading senses.

Back


When she texts at the airport
thrushes fly in twitters from the drains
bees swarm like candy floss
on the spire of Crystal Palace
gibbons swing under silver satellites
fur fizzing with elided electric vowels
when she texts at the airport
white clouds whistle Dixie

When she settles in the taxi
pearls loop through the syllables of our address
bubbles pause short of the meniscus
the orrery gears clench perfect teeth
and their jewellery oil resolves in orbit
refracting sweetshop shards of rainbow
when she settles in the taxi
white clouds inhale the breeze

When she fumbles her keys
the house bubbles honey from windows
the carpet sweats peppermint
and the wallpaper breathes camomile
the staircase cascades Chanel in rapids
sluicing out week-dust of Madras and Marlboro
when she fumbles her keys
white clouds envelop me in the hallway

About time for a judging, I'd say.

(Enters through the proscenium)

Forgive me my tardiness... I needed to take some time off the web.

Worthy entries all. In order:

YesNo - A wonderful macabre tale. Enjoyed: " Gweneloup who's long been dead, Or so those angry maggots said. They exited her lovely head."

Dark Muse - Quite enigmatic. "Southern Comfort" sent my mind racing down into the rabbit hole; lost, once more, in Santa Clara.

Pendragon - A flight of vehicular fancy; or one obsessed or possessed perhaps.

cacian - "stars are the soul the eyes behold" - quite delightful.

jajdude - Enjoyed this part: "where desires chase shadows until the cruel daylight enters and grabs you at your lonesome" -

MarkBastable - An interesting piece that reads well. "When she texts at the airport thrushes fly in twitters from the drains" tickled me at the start.
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And the winner is: MarkBastable... Congratulations !