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maybe i'll try not to care
like this all happened before
it's hard pretending though
when i know real well
and aware of all that
i'll be leaving
could i just
let things happen
and leave 'em
as they are
it'll be easy
for the both of us
to say: no regrets/no heartaches
maybe i'll try not to care
like this all happened before
it's hard pretending, though
when i know real well
and aware of all that
i'll be missing..
Great!!! We have five good poems. I'll give it through this weekend and by early next week I'll pick a winner. So any last minute people who wish to enter, hurry up.
Driven towards the sea,
Saturated with thunderous clarity unrealized
By the familiar strangers left behind,
Her inward gaze rests on a shattered oath.
The breathless,
Fearless exploration
That once upheld her stoic grace,
Is understood now only
In the chivalrous exploits
Deep in the pages of her books,
And a lone pressed crimson petal.
Behind her,
Brilliant lupine
Lit her way with
Blossoming spears,
While the fireflies
Sought to guide her
In their blinking,
Disconcerted way.
She wanders far,
Breathes in the misty
Air ripened with fallen tears
And feels the brewing wind
Deftly lift her heavy skirt...
Though she knows nothing more
Keenly now than the strange
Heart beating dutifully in her,
And the tug of the path’s
Precarious end.
That is amazingly beautiful, Riesa. I love the vibrant imagery.
She sure does have skills. Wonderful flow and imagery. So much to like, but this is particularly poignant:
"Is understood now only
In the chivalrous exploits
Deep in the pages of her books,
And a lone pressed crimson petal."
Beautiful words, I only wish I could write so well.
So are these going to get judged this week?
Yes Amanda, over the weekend. I'll defintely have a winner Monday.
Oki doki.
and it's laura my middle name is amanda
Just got back from vacation. I wasn't going to post but I can't help myself. This is a quick one.
Innocent angel with auburn hair
Who’s locks ride a stream of warm summer air
Where do you send your gaze?
Search the far set
for a promise not kept
What figure is shaped in the haze?
Perhaps you dream
of a future unseen
Where would a soul settle and rest?
Make a stern glare
for a friend who would dare
What secrets are held to your beast?
Will I one day
Be one who can say
What purpose have you lovely chance?
Going once..................
Going twice.....................
Wow, it's hard being a judge. All were excellent and I was really torn between several. Ultimately I gave it to Riesa's poem, untitled and quoted below. The phrase "the strange / Heart beating dutifully in her" won me over as the perfect phrase characterizing the photo. By the way, the photo is a painting by an American, Eastman Johson, titled, "The Girl I Left Behind Me," 1870-75.
Quote:
Originally Posted by Riesa
OK, Riesa, you get to choose the next picture.
Congratulations Riesa! I really enjoyed that one too. :)
Congratulations!! I loved your poem.
Hey, thanks Virgil, and thevintagepiper, dstrangelove and Petrarch for the nice comments. All of the poems were very good. It's pretty fun coming up with these stories behind the images. I've got absolutely zero time to search for a new picture right now, but I promise to try to come up with something interesting soon.
thanks again, Virg.