Great stuff Pendragon you are a talented photographer very impressive I love photgraphy very much!
Inspiring for a poem I see what I can come with:D
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Great stuff Pendragon you are a talented photographer very impressive I love photgraphy very much!
Inspiring for a poem I see what I can come with:D
Echoes of gunshots
Shimmer on the stones
Fade and fold over
Whisper forgotten names
And dance like shadows
Across the sunlit trees
it's ghoslty hour
locked in a clock
of an empty tower
it's a night time
tremor
looking down
on streets
trembled and
sour
this timely power
is proul to cower
to a state of lower
the silenced hour
Ill at Camp During War
The civil war had made him ill.
Latrines began to swell
As others added to them till
The breeze took up the smell.
A gun wound didn't down this boy
Nor did he fire a shot.
He didn't take from others joy,
But died around that spot.
Not to prolong the contest, since I have only three entries and the deadline is tomorrow, anyhoo....
Moonbird: The word "echoes" really stands out, since orb energy is said to be a "residual haunting", a repeating echo of past lives and events
cacian: Loved the repeating rhyme especially strong here:
yesno: I had to laugh at your delightful satire of bringing a soldier's life down to digging a latrine! I am sure that for any newly inducted soldier, digging latrines and doing push-ups seems to be life for a time!Quote:
this timely power
is proul to cower
to a state of lower
the silenced hour
But only one winner...
I believe Moonbird interpreted this picture best. MOONBIRD is the Winnah! Congrats!
Thank you! Here is your next picture:
http://www.online-literature.com/for...pictureid=9764
For a little background, the hole in this tree was dug hundreds of years ago in order to make a road. Amazingly, the enormous sequoia still lives today. I find this feat of nature to be inspiring. Can't wait to see what you all will come up with.
Deadline August 31. Good luck!
moonbird congratulations and would like to say that there is no picture to be seen here.Quote:
Originally Posted by moonbird
No picture? Weird, it shows up for me. Are others of you having a problem viewing the pic?
Yes I have the same problem, I cannot see anything where the picture is supposed to be.
Okay, well for those of you who are unable to view the picture, below is a link to the website where I got it from:
http://www.americansouthwest.net/cal...ve-tree_l.html
nice picture moonbird
a simple path
to simple truth
is under roof
that
towers youth
models a proof
and powers moves
to break through grief
with ease
and please
a lifelong breeze.
I really suppose that they had to build this road
But why did they build it through me?
It was a curious choice, it made its point--
This tree is Huge! Couldn't they just see?!!
Through all the lonely years, I've stood here
The crowds of tourists than now drive this road!
They pass through me every day, words of awe they say
But now I'm growing old and cold!
Think about it, friend, how these dreadful men
Cut the heart wood from my bole
Could you live like this, don't you think you'd resist
This wounding of the soul?
Here comes another car, I see it from afar
I think I may have had my fill!
If I give up now and come crashing down
How many do you think I'd kill?
If a tree falls within the forest walls
And no one's there does it make a sound?
When I give in to the wind, don't worry friend
How the screaming shall resound!
Pendragon
The Gateway
Before me stands a doorway
leading into another world,
at the entrance I hesitate
wondering if I should pass through.
What awaits the otherside
remains a mystery,
it tempts me forth to boldly
go into the unknown.
But am I ready to leave behind
this world and all I know?
I look back seeking the answer
and consider my life up to this point.
Perhaps it is time
for a change, I could use something new
and there adventure is waiting
beckoning me to come forth,
gradually I step forward.
Deadline in less than a week.
Underneath the Giant Tree
Some seedlings sprouted by the tree
That was extremely tall.
It blocked the sun and without light
those seedlings had to fall.
A trail goes through that big tree now
That died, too, after all.
The seedlings still don't stand a chance.
Cleared pathways keep them small.