I dunno what is going on but Pendragon is not allowed to leave.
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I dunno what is going on but Pendragon is not allowed to leave.
The good news is I have an appointment with my doctor on the 26th, hopefully to help resolve some issues. The bad news is this depression gets worse every day. However, I have heard you and I stay, even if I may not post as much. So relax, jajdude, I'm not going anywhere...Quote:
Originally Posted by jajdude
Good to know dear Pen.
Hope the fog lifts.
The deadline seems to have come and gone with this thread, or has it been extended?
Sorry guys, I lost track of the deadline a bit. But here are your results finally!
YesNo: I've always loved how you manage to portray a complete thought in so few lines. People often forget that before Galileo, no one even knew of Saturn's stunning set of rings. Wouldn't it be a tragedy if still today we regarded it as only another dot in the sky?
Pendragon: I hope you will continue to post here on LitNet long into the future. I liked your comparison to Saturn's rings to the patterns of ripples in a pond. Lovely poem.
Hawkman: You poem showed the true dramatic irony which is true not only with Saturn but many of the other planets, in that its great namesake has been forgotten in modern society. Interesting take on my picture.
prendrelemick: When I read your poem I pictured the type of beauty possessed by supermodels, lovely yet coldhearted, much like a Greek statue. Your last two lines left me breathless and thoughtful. Nicely written.
This was a very difficult choice to make, as everyone managed to take a unique interpretation of my picture. But finally I narrowed it down to only one, so the winner is.......
tailor STATELY: Your lovely descriptions created stunning images of Saturn in my mind. I felt your poem described the planet in all its beauty most accurately and in the most detail. I must admit I had to look up a couple of words (chatoyancy... I'll have to use that one sometime :)), but after that the images you portrayed revealed themselves to me beautifully. I believe without even knowing of Saturn at all I could have pictured it in my mind in all its glory. Beautifully done, and congradulations!
Congrats ts and thanks to moonbird for setting the challenge and assessing the results.
Go get 'em, Tiger :D
Thank you moonbird and Hawkman, et al. I had fun writing and researching.
The next deadline will be 6/15 (or there abouts).
And here is the new picture:
Enter and tell your friends !
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Congratulations, tailor STATELY! Here's a contribution toward your contest.
Below the Bridge
While gazing underneath the bridge
More of the world comes shining through
Much like when gazing in your eyes
Where all the world is a surprise
And I don't tire of watching you.
Great eye, brick lidded,
lashes wrought of scroll carved stone,
you gaze with Buñuel’s vision
on a world bisected
by the razor's edge.
A bridge between reality and troubled dreams,
your horizontal pupil
is the gateway to a predatory soul.
As I walked that morning
I began to wonder
what side of the world
I was truly on
the one above the water
or the one below.
I slept there once and my dreams had the same symmetry,
It was an entanglement of fury and dearth.
When I woke and my back ached I was
Sad to realize the river had forgotten me.
If your eye is focused, the whole body is filled with light."
This quote is from the Bible and seems excellently applied
This wooden eye sees the same thing every day and night
As if watching over the scene is a need to be supplied
What is in that distant building is any body's guess
The fence in front seems to be so fragile and no protection
I wonder why the secrecy, and I must profess
I wonder if it is just another somewhat secret government section
Are they dissecting aliens there and learning their technology?
Have they created one more method of destroying human life?
Is it a countdown to doomsday that affects their chronology?
The watchful eye sees it all, you could cut tension with a knife
Looking through the eye I see the mysterious buildings there before me
Do I really want to know what goes on behind barred doors?
Looking for some answers I feel Mother Night enfold me
I guess I can't change anything, the world goes on as before...
Pendragon
Hasten! Take cover
For the Death's Eye Eyes
All that comes its viewfinder
Hither and thither and all
As the Sun sets or it doth rise!
Death is mean, Death is cruel
It's evil eye's always cast on Life's jewel!
Dragon's Eye
Take a view
through a dragon's eye
while he slumbers
lost within distant dreams
which rise from the fog
of a far off past,
yet trapped in his tears
of the looming future.
A world which has
shaped without
a trace of his mark
left, but the occasional
murmurs.
Voices which
trickle down
like out of season
rain, and carefree
laughter of wayward souls
who know not
of the beast
sleeping just beneath
their feet.
Take a moment
to escape
your reality
and see the world
through his opaque
glimmering eye.
A hollow arch of light that promises a rising of the day,
and yet no day will rise,
and yet night will plummet like an insect
to death,
completing the circle of the dark.