Thanks, North Star! And thanks, cacian!
The next theme is "breathing".
Deadline: the end of July
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Thanks, North Star! And thanks, cacian!
The next theme is "breathing".
Deadline: the end of July
Breathless
I asphyxiated myself
squeezing out
every last drop,
feeling euphoric
breathlessness
You filled my lungs
with your air,
desperately I inhaled,
and from that moment
my life became yours.
A few more days left for this contest!
Breathe
Hang on to life with nails and teeth,
Keep walking through the field and breathe.
You are now free, even though underneath
You will never be, and you always were free.
Breathe, and hang on to memories that flee.
Breathe in the air,
and let go of despair.
Thank you for all the entries!
Dark Muse: I liked the idea of inhaling another's air and becoming his or hers as a result.
North Star: Breathing and letting go of despair do seem to go together.
I enjoyed them both.
The winner: Dark Muse
Congratulations!
Thank you, I am going to be leaving today on vaccation so I don't want to keep you waiting for the next topic.
Since I will be traveling your subject is Journey
Deadline August 15th
Some distant opportunities
Still haunt what I am dreaming of.
One fear I’ve faced: I’d be alone.
One cost: She’d be that early love
Still calling me back home.
Well it is past the deadline now, and only one poem. That makes my job easy at least. It was a lovely poem YesNo with some beautiful lines.
Thanks, Dark Muse!
The next subject for a minimalist poem is anything about "Food".
Deadline: Hopefully in a couple of weeks.
Food
Toasts pass
the test of taste-
buds best starved.
To sustain,
install stuffing
In your gut, overthrow
the mashed meatball.
Bulimia
Food offers nourishment,
and brings destruction,
whispering indulgence
at moments a comfort,
awakening nostalgia
guilty pleasures
creating regret,
shame, sickness,
to be fulfilled
and empty again.
For breakfast:
charked freezer buns, weak coffee,
rancid butter, mouldy jam
For lunch:
some take-out Chinese,
so-so
For dinner:
salty pasta with some
sauce out of a jar
Throughout the day, however,
we feast on vitreous stares, pink promises,
stray touches and shy smiles
food
is nutriment
with condiments
perfect
it cleanses
cures and pures
all at the same rate
to quit it
is bate
nourishment is embellishment
of mind and body without punishment found
The contest will end on September 1st. There is still time to enter!
Contest is over! Thanks for all the entries!
North Star: Nice phrase: "the test of taste-buds best starved".
Dark Muse: I liked the "fulfilled" in the last stanza which seemed appropriate for the food topic: "full", "filled" and the satisfaction of being "fulfilled". Then the empty again too soon from the binge eating.
DieterM: Nice comparison between daily meals and the real feasting on each other.
cacian: I enjoy your use of words and how they pop up in places I would not have expected to put them in a sentence. For example in this poem your use of "rate" and "punishment". Even "pures", which I don't think of as a verb, seemed right.
And the winner is DieterM!
Congratulations!