A great (meta) submission to get us started. Thanks, North Star.
As the poem insinuates, English is not as amenable to terza rima as Italian, but that's the fun of this challenge :)
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A great (meta) submission to get us started. Thanks, North Star.
As the poem insinuates, English is not as amenable to terza rima as Italian, but that's the fun of this challenge :)
Lost Tomorrows
My love stood on the edge of light,
within my heart burns his fire,
it is my warmth thorough the night.
Old memories turn to ash on the pyre,
in shadows his fingers perform the crane dance,
we spoke the silent language of desire.
He was an offer for another chance,
on the brink of a lost tomorrow
I swayed within a trance.
He played the music of my sorrow
like a Siren's song it called me home,
his melody I now borrow.
Together over treacherous ground we roam
I write words of life and love in my tome.
Dark thoughts by April’s chilly winds are sown
Though Spring is bright and mostly pleasant here.
The cruelty of humans is well known.
Though I am safely sheltered, many fear,
Which makes me wonder why I’m singled out
At least for now. My worries disappear.
Why test the strength of what it’s all about?
The Gods seem capable to do their will.
So brighten up. It’s Spring. Turn off that pout.
Don’t let those dark delusions have their fill
And waste fresh moments best enjoyed when still.
Since there doesn't seem to be much interest in submitting further poems, I will make my decision two days in advance in the interest of keeping this thread going.
North Star, Dark Muse, YesNo: thank you all for your submissions, each one was great in its own way.
North Star: great take on the difficulty of writing in terza rima. I always enjoy meta pieces.
Dark Muse: on the salutary value of love? I enjoyed the imagery quite a bit, especially with the fingers performing the "crane dance". I felt that the rhythm of the poem was off, though. Of course this is understandable given the demanding structure of the form.
YesNo: fantastic piece. The conflict between the restful season and the current global unrest and the resigned conclusion to live in the moment. Also, great form!
In conclusion, YesNo, you are the winner for this round. Take it away!
Congratulations YesNo for a poem well executed in terza rima form!!Quote:
Originally Posted by YesNo
Thanks, Joe and Melanie!
The next form will be a limerick.
Deadline June 14th.
A Marvelous Work...
There once was a prophet named Isaiah
whose word testified of the Messiah
His sweet song of the restoration
how the righteous shall inherit Zion
All will nigh bend their knees to Jehovah
6/1/2015
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Thank you, tailor_STATELY! Anyone else? Two weeks to go!
There once was a woman named Jane.
Who woke up each morning in pain.
She drank lots of beer
To give her good cheer
Till she had to wake up again.
this is long overdue
june 14?
Thanks, cacian, for the reminder.
And thanks tailor STATELY and Joe for the contributions. Just checking the meter and rhyme for the limerick form, I think Joe's fits the limerick best and so the winner is Joe! Congratulations!
Thanks, YesNo.Quote:
Originally Posted by YesNo
For our next contest, let's do a ballad
Congrats _Joe_ !
A ballad, hmmm. As the King of Austria? once might have said upon hearing one of Mozart's works: (paraphrasing) too many notes, it just has too many notes (ref: my vague recollection of the movie "Amadeus"). As an avowed minimalist this will be difficult... but I'll take the challenge come what may!
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Hey, there's no constraint on the length of a ballad as far as I know.
Five lilies bloomed beside the road
Where Thomas walked today.
On leaving home, his well-worn load
Of worries went his way.
One lily orangish in the light
The breeze began to stir.
His mind was darkened by some night.
He did not look at her.
Two others asked him softly why
He thought he had to go.
Though dreams are hard to modify
Forgetfulness could grow.
Martha knew why he was gone.
There’s nothing she can do.
What’s done is done. Life must go on.
One lily knew that, too.
The last reminded him there’s joy
Beneath the sorrow’s shade
To water any lonely boy
When sunlight wants to fade.
The water comes from everywhere.
The lilies drink and shine.
The faithful sun shines here and there
And all can claim he’s mine.