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Vanishing Point
From afar
I watch my dreams
begin to erode,
the waters darken
steadily,
as the shadows
encroach,
but it is as if
I am no longer there,
I feel myself
beginning
to disappear,
vanishing
in the far distance,
like a bird,
a speck of dust,
swallowed by unknown horizons,
and these dreams
they become
no longer mine,
but instead
they wash away
where others
unknowing
walk across them
with a thousand feet,
but by then
I am not even
a memory.
Beware!
Step warily,
Step around,
Or be lost,
The door is left open,
Just a chink,
And not for long,
The granite setts have melted,
The infinite blue beckons,
A World beyond,
Beckoning.
Can you resist?
Street Find
Eight months and four days
In the cobblestone streets,
Awake every night till dawn,
Here I am walking in the sun.
I am looking for the old man
Who emptied all his pockets.
I am still waiting for the child
Who left me half of her lunch.
I trudge along the dampy street
Eyeing for a big coin that glints-
Four of it enough for hot coffee
And a big piece of buttered bun.
Listening to the mumbling flies,
I stand on the flooded sidewalk
And wonder why these clouds
When I have no will, no wings.
Less than a week left! Deadline is April 6. We have many incredible poems entered, and will be nearly impossible to pick a winner (eek!) but wanted to give everyone an opportunity to enter their poem inspired by the photo in post#1286 on page 86 of this thread. Have fun!
These poems are all well thought out and presented. As I write this critique, I still have no idea who will be the winner. This is the hardest thing I've done since childbirth ^__^ But I can only pick one in the end so here we go:
YesNo...I like how you're poem has envisioned the picture almost as a color saturated painting. You've cleverly added how that affects our minds which is intriguing.
Adolescent09...I love surprises and this poem is just that! The unexpected playfulness with the subject of good and evil was fun...especially the way you set it to a rap metric.
Pendragon...I really liked the 1st and last lines of imagery, "puddle of sky" and "piece of the sky lies on the earth" and the way you made the two lines bookends of your poem. It was also a refreshing perspective of looking at the sky and puddle as one instead of the more common perspective of reflection.
Dark Muse...The way you used the puddle to describe your dreams as they "wash away where others unknowingly walk across them with a thousand feet" is a beautiful use of imagery. I also liked the way you tied the bird, from the picture, into your poem, "I feel myself...vanishing...like a bird...swallowed by unknown horizons". Excellent. Your line breaks are consistently natural in their pauses and the enjambment of the lines had a nice flow as I read your poem.
Pendrelemick...My attention was captured with your first line and I thought "step around or be lost...into a world that beckons" was an intriguingly relevant perspective of the photo posted. Then the last line offering a challenge in question form drew me in.
Miyako73...Your poem tugged at my heartstrings....especially the last stanza. The poetic imagery of "listening to the mumbling flies", the "flooded sidewalk", "no will", and "no wings" presents such a strong image of desperation, feeling lost, alone, homeless, and wondering "why these clouds". I was very touched. Well penned.
So I must choose one, and that one would be Dark Muse.
Oh, thank you, I will get the next picture posted soon.
Ok here is your next image
http://www.stanwashburn.com/wp-conte...meer-16651.jpg
Nice picture Dark Muse :)
Slow Motion Stalker
The artist was a paparazzi
Caught this young lady off her guard
Her mouth frozen in a swear word
A forever captured startled look
Out on the town to have some fun
New red hat and deep blue dress
A high class lady in a restaurant
Fame causes stalking sketchbook style
Today the camera replaces brush strokes
Viral videos on the Internet
But the same old story still runs rampant
No private life for the famous and rich
Pendragon
(c) 4/10/2013
She wondered if I said something,
Something different than she knows
Before she left me, went away,
But there was nothing left to say
Except surprise before she goes.
yesterday
life's charm lost.
neither a feathery hat of flaming vermilion
nor a robe of sapphire and iced cerulean
could hide life's background tapestry
of faded gold, dark sienna, and raw umber.
Ever changing in shades of
gloom.
today
life out of focus
like the once defined lionhead finials
now blurred in the foreground; clouded with denial
losing strength, losing courage, losing foothold
as they bleed off the lower edge.
the girl's eyes lack definition; her gaze
obscured.
tomorrow
hope just out of view.
a nearby window's reflection of light
adds brilliance through prisms of crystal quartzite.
a bead of turquoise color glimmers in her eye
defining beauty; amplifying purity and energy.
turn. face the window. face the light.
hope.
Great entires so far. You have until May 5th if you have not already entred.
Quick science-inspired poem I wrote on the image above:
A Cell Committed Incest
by Adol09
Starless nights once rendezvoused
on a boulevard of bygone lane
Long had they been
intent to invent the maxims of motion
in the confines of monotony's frame,
They coaxed Iota to conceive atom,
atom committed incest,
compound was its son,
kin happened to encounter wroth,
to a ring of red it did succumb,
Its hammock became the cells we see
the blood that paints the plight to be,
the fate of me, of he of...she
A Bonny Lass Wi' a Long Long Face.
Aye, a bonnie lass wi a long long face who wore a braw red hat.
When I axed her for a Highland fling, she turned me down right flat,
Come away sez I we'll dance a reel, together you an' me,
Yer Mammy'll never need to know, yer Daddy's too drunk to see.
I will na' do what ye have asked, I canna dance wi' thee,
I wear mi' hat so bright an red so Rab'll notice me,
For he's the wan who has mi heart, 'an who I wait here for,
So ax another, there's mony a lass 'll spin yer roun' the floor.
Aye a bonnie lass in a braw red hat, but not the girl for me,
An' lang she'll wait for Rabbie Brown, for he's away to sea,
Aye, lang she'll wait for Rabbie Brown, for he's away to sea.
the girl in the hat
she took a pact
with herself and
that
to look the part
whenever a track
in the music class
plays up a blast
at long last fast
she became the
cast
the well known
lass
with the hat that
sat
happily to her past
her ways always
passed