Picture Poetry Contest (...continued...)

http://i1312.photobucket.com/albums/...ps758fe573.jpg

Easy as...

A higher
point
of
view leads one to
a
straight and narrow path
A nobler purpose if you desire
Let the
spirit be your guide, and
yes, you will be blessed
Cultivate
gifts of the spirit;
be charitable above all
Keep covenants made, never waver;
hearken to the still small voice
Rise above the turmoil, eschewing
contention
If need
be - repent
The righteous seek life eternal
HIS yoke is Light...

9/8/2013 r.9/9/2013 r.9/10/2013

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

Gilliatt Gurgle - every line of this poem was artfully mastered, from "provincial composition framed in Mondrian proportions", to "splashes the scrim of her yellow ochre dusk". Your artist-self was very evident in this piece. I like it when a poem effortlessly reveals so much about the writer. Well executed too.

Hawkman - many good lines here like "with timeless ease", "above the blue; below the reeds". The last stanza was a skillful closure that I particularly liked: "but she, above them all, silhouetted, passes on." Great ending.

prendrelemick - I liked how you began with the stop action of the camera in a commanding "stop time now" that grabbed my attention. You made a very interesting contrast between a "perfect moment...in unspoiled blue" and "above a grim miasma". Also, I liked your astute acknowledgement of the camera's accomplishment: "her shadow will remain forever on the bridge" partially granting her wish to remain in the moment. Cleverly crafted.

cacian - another clever title, and your idea of the "cycle of life moving across layers of timeless prayers" was beautifully worded...one of my favorite poems of yours.

Pendragon - you offered thought provoking questions based on your unique observations that was very engaging for your readers. Well done.

YesNo - you also offered a thought provoking question based on your unique observations that was very engaging for your readers. Well done to you too.

tailorSTATELY - an inspirational take on this photo from a "higher point of view on a straight and narrow path"...brilliant perspective I found to be very enlightening. The "of" on a line of it's own, as well as the "a" kind of made me stumble a little while reading it but that's just me (see tailorStately's explanation below...very creative reasoning...good job). Lots of wisdom packed into this poem. Excellent.

Kittypaws - Your opening line of "Upon my airy spoken wings" was soothingly descriptive and very intriguing. I couldn't help but notice your poem was uniquely written in first-person...no one else embraced it quite as personally as you did, and your approach of wide-eyed wonder and positive outlook for your future was refreshing. Your line, "new horizons dusted with peace" embodied the serenity of the whole image. This gentle, mellow poem was a pleasure to read.

This is really a tough choice. I'm really debating. Everyone deserves recognition.

Congratulations Kittypaws!

Congratulations Kittypaws !



The aforementioned "of" and "a" were on lines requiring only 1-syllable; the sequence being: 3.1415926535897932384... as ascribed by the pylons and path, and bicycle wheels ( the "." designated as the word "point" ). Easy as... pi ( π )

I am remiss: Thank you Melanie for your kind words.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

Melanie thank you very much for the feedback and Kittypaws well done a well deserved win :)

Congrats KittyPaws. and thank you to Melanie for the kind words!

There were some really excellent poems for that one, I'm glad I wasn't judging. Well done Melanie that was a great pic and pick. Congratuations KittyPaws.

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Originally Posted by tailor STATELY

Congratulations Kittypaws !

The aforementioned "of" and "a" were on lines requiring only 1-syllable; the sequence being: 3.1415926535897932384... as ascribed by the pylons and path, and bicycle wheels ( the "." designated as the word "point" ). Easy as... pi ( π )

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

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Clever!

Thank you Melanie for the comments.
btw- do you mind telling us about the picture? was it a random find? one you took?, location?, etc.

Well done KP

I sure hope Kittypaws scrolls up to read the big news. Meanwhile, thank you for your comments everyone.

tailorSTATELY, I now have a new respect for your "a" and "of". Thx for taking the time to explain. I agree with prendrelemick, clever!

Gilliatt, I don't know the photographer's name but it's the U Bein's bridge (longest teak bridge in the world, almost a mile long) near Amarapura, Myanmar (in Burma near Mandalay). Everyday at dawn and again at sunset the monks and local villagers traverse the bridge. I didn't have this information when I posted it for the contest...might be just as well because it may have narrowed the creative field for some. I thought it was someplace in Kansas, ha. I'm so glad you asked. Check out this similar photo from Flickr: www.flickr.com/photos/35434356@N06/3282183144

That link was working but it may not now. If not just go to "google images" and type in U Bein's Bridge.

I am here.

Thank you Melanie for the kind words. And thank YOU all for the congrats. :blush5:

I am glad you enjoyed it. I was also taken by surprise that you recognized my wide eye wonderment and positive outlook. I was not trying to achieve that in writing this short little piece....I reckon my true self just came through, perhaps that had something to do with writing in 1st person....which honestly I never gave it a second thought.

The image you posted inspired me. I watched it, felt it and wrote what I felt.

I too feel that all the submission were very good....as they always are.:)

so I reckon I get to post the next image?
Then have to judge within a couple of weeks?

Ohhhhh.....I'm not to sure how I will do at judging others works but I will give it my best shot.

Give me a day or two for the image, please.

kittypaws

To All ~

Here is my image submission for your creative writing minds.

http://i801.photobucket.com/albums/y...hotoprompt.jpg

Dream on....

Kittypaws

The Halls of Ruined Lives

Nothing remains but the echoes
of laughter
which titter down the halls,
like the fleeting mad
who once resided here.

The silence is almost worse
for you feel as if you are never quite alone,
and fear to turn around,
the irony that all too soon
your own sanity starts to melt away.

The raving howls sweep
down the halls like a lonely wind,
is that a knocking somewhere?
Or just your own heartbeat?

Here is where nightmares
were made of those who
lived their lives in a perpetual
dream.

And you only skim the edge
of this distorted reality
and against all reason
you continue to venture
further into the hallway
of lost souls.

Behemoth

Running with the fanatical energy of fear
down the dark, ebony boulevard,
I hear the thunderous trumpeting of the beast,
buried somewhere in the blackness behind me,
and the very ground shakes and trembles
with each furious footfall of my unmerciful pursuer.
I glance fearfully over my shoulder,
but I cannot discern the dim form
anywhere among the walls of obscurity behind me.
Dizziness comes over me,
and then the night streets become corridors,
long, empty hallways in my mind
stretching towards a beckoning doorway.
I know that if I can reach it, I am safe.
But still I hear the echoing thud of large feet,
and a mind-numbing, bone-chilling roar...

Pendragon

At the end of the tunnel the light
Tempts me kindly to follow my sight.
Though an insect who flies
To a light likely dies,
Death retreats while that shining stays bright.

happy hollow
to lights follow
corridor sorrows
empty has long
shadowing wrong
eternity narrows

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the hall in
the corridor
looks old
the windows
sleepy feel sole
the lights
shimmer
and only dimmer
the shadows
silhouette
to walls they
fret
the image
that sets
is ancient
but bête