Picture Poetry Contest (...continued...)

Wonderful entries, I enjoyed them all. Though curious why half had no titles? And now the hardest part:

YesNo - Yours was the most upbeat interpretation of the picture - and left us with the memorable lines:

"Much like when gazing in your eyes

Where all the world is a surprise

And I don't tire of watching you."

- though a better balance might have been struck using 'into your eyes' perhaps.

Hawkman - Ok, I admit I had to research Buñuel. I understood the title translation having had studied French (and German) in school days long ago; but the wild ride I was thrust into when combining the two was worth the price of admission. My only quibble with the poem would be to consign the word 'is' to another work.

Moonbird - LOL. Your musings reminded me of Jack Sparrow found coping in a surreal netherworld (in Pirates:3 I believe). Well done.

jajdude - Your poem opened up a slew of questions: Why were you there? Back ache? Why would the river forget so? You left me wanting; more, more.

Pendragon - Perhaps the most prodigious interpretation. "Do I really want to know what goes on behind barred doors?", LOL, in this instance I did. What of light ?

mazHur - A most frenetic tone! that cooled with "Hither and thither" and "As the sun sets or doth rise!" I did enjoy your ending couplet very much - though "It's evil eye's" is not without poetic license.

Dark Muse - I must admit I thought this would have been Pendragon's realm of discovery. Your ending was most noteworthy:

"Take a moment
to escape
your reality
and see the world
through his opaque
glimmering eye."

breathtest - A wonderful start:
"A hollow arch of light that promises a rising of the day,"

And the winner is, well, I vacillated twice- so , I would like to give a gold, a silver, and a bronze:

Bronze to Yes/No
Silver to Hawkman
and the winner: Gold to Dark Muse

Congratulations all !

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

Oh wow thank you! I will get to work on thinking up a new picture.

congrats. Dark Muse!!

Good job Muse

Nice poem, Muse! :):):)

Congrats Dark Muse!

Thank you!

Ok here is your next picture

http://th07.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/...nd-d31l61c.jpg

Is it the wet grass he has become, the harmony of
thin blades as they lean upon one another?
And in the moonlight, as the wine bottle was placed
upon the tombstone to quietly mark this death,
a young woman stumbled away
with the stains of his life upon her knees.


That's a really good picture by the way, Dark Muse. And congratulations on your recent win.

Reminder of Last Night

The gravestones were from long ago.
We chose to party there last night,
The two of us. They'll never know.
The grass now sparkles in the light.

Thanks to the two brave souls who started things off with their great entries.

Deadline July 10th

Keep them coming!

For Shame

A grave should be a place of eternal rest
So why do people treat them with little respect?
An empty beer bottle sitting next to a grave
Of some remembered soul so good and so brave
Is it so hard to bring flowers as a token of love
To remember the life of someone now passed above?
The grass is uncut, there's a tone of neglect
Why do people treat graves with so little respect?

Pendragon

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Pendragon

For Shame

A grave should be a place of eternal rest
So why do people treat them with little respect?
An empty beer bottle sitting next to a grave
Of some remembered soul so good and so brave
Is it so hard to bring flowers as a token of love
To remember the life of someone now passed above?
The grass is uncut, there's a tone of neglect
Why do people treat graves with so little respect?

Pendragon

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Wow! What a lovely ditty!!:)

Rejoice, folks! I am not Dead
I lie here for eternal Life;
A coward's bullet in the battle field
Cut a Hero's Heart like a blunt knife!

My Friends do not think I am Dead
I am traversing a Life beyond Life
A Life which only Hero's claim
A reward for their Heroic Strife.

Weep not, my dear, at my mound
It holds me like a baby in mother's womb
I get nourished by ethereal sap
Oozing out from all around my tomb.

O dear visitor! Be kind to my Soul
Sit down and drink until you drop
Leave behind the goblets small
Let bottle after bottle gently plop.

Let the tips of green grass around sparkle
With Stars of life-giving dewy wine
Let the holy soil of my last abode
Smell sweeter with the redolence of vino fine! !

i went to the graveyard today
to see my husband
who'd lived for the bottle
loved it like a child
(not that he had
ever loved a child
or a woman
for that matter)
and then let it
seize control of him
and
when i found him
that morning
the bottle was still
clutched in his hand
(his cold hand so cold)
and i thought
perhaps
if he's still there
somewhere
and he can see me
as i go to visit him
every Sunday
then he'll want to have
just one drink more
from his beloved bottle
and i thought
perhaps
if i bring him his bottle
so he can drink and be happy
as he pretended to be
in life
then maybe
he'll remember me
wherever he is
and reserve for me
a spot in his heart
right next to
his beloved bottle
so I went to that cupboard
in the kitchen
which had always been his
before he
left
and opened it up
and took a bottle out
that he'd been saving
to drink the next morning
(not knowing
there'd be no next morning
no next anything
forever oblivion
after he closed his eyes
that night)
and i blew the dust off it
and
i went out the door

i forgot the flowers
i'd bought for him
on the table at home

i don't think he'd have wanted them
anyway