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I see other than a hand.
To my eye there is a
crown with four peaks
to its emblazoned image
in the sky.
I see the source of light
from where it erupts,
like a torchbulb or a
searchlight in the bottom
left.
And I see its destruction,
an erupting heaven
that will absorb this
regal image and leave us
with the stars.
Pendragon: Nice use of open-ended questions. I liked your description of "the eternal rift of space."
YesNo: Brief but still managed to get its pure and simple point across effectively.
krymsonkyng: I enjoyed your humorous phrases "high five of a master hand" and "star stuff to snack on."
mazHur: Your message was original and well-written. I liked "Let's not say that lest ladies get vexed."
breathtest: You were the only one not to see the picture as a hand, which made it stand out. I liked "an erupting heaven."
There can be only one winner, and that person is...
mazHur! Choosing to ponder the title "Hand of God" made your poem stand out and gave it a unique standpoint from which to write. Nicely done.
Congrads, mazHur! :seeya:
Thanks, moonbird. Thanks Pen.
Here is the next picture
http://images.nationalgeographic.com...49_600x450.jpg
Bon voyage!!:)
Lights
Beneath the lights that shine above
The people stand. They're thinking of
The stars and lights in play.
So many lights, each one quite small
And weak, but still together all
Make night a fancy day.
Polaris
a candle lit ballroom
making way to heaven
saunters around in time,
while souls sip tea
under the great polaris.
Eyes gaze after the evening
as stars mystically born
give life to the sky,
and sighs of relief
send them straggling home
I am the thousand
nipples of light
that adorn the sky,
and I am released
and watched
by modern priests
of night.
Festival of Light
Through night floating souls
illuminate my world
entranced within thier lost light.
Subtle illusion
like a thousand fireflies
stars sent by men into the sky.
A thousand new aspiring stars
took flight tonight
composed of trash and scrap and hope
and bits of light
they drifted in space like dreamers
to warm the weary heights.
The night is full of lights
Like candles in the wind
Life is a lot like those candles
Too easy to snuff out...
nebula it has seized
expressed itself freed!
bounties full of sparks
jaded and oblete,
orangy warmth and beige
dangling off a scene,
starry eyes are set
reaching out for the skies,
will it come down from heights
and lights up all the hearts?
Hi all
Good input...let more come in!:)
the deadline for the winner is set as 30th instant, right??
Ummmm? BUMP?
Ho hum. Awful quiet in here.
Hi all!
Thanks for submitting your work. Am sorry for delay in announcing the result. Anyway....
The ditties submitted by the contestants are good but the idea bound in cacian's poem being quite subtle and mystically appropriate to the spirit of the picture makes her the WINNER !!
Congrats Cacian... let's have your next picture!