Minimalist Poetry Contest

[Dark Muse]

Thank you all who entered. This was a tough one and there were some that were really close but here are the results:

Pendragon: I really loved the first couple of lines, and though they captured a beautiful image. And kudos for teaching me a new word. I had to look up what a combine was. I thought in these few lines you created a perfect portrait of life on the farm.

YesNo: I loved the line "Some plants bring gifts without a sound." I also really liked the sentiment behind the last line. It captures the idea of the cycle of nature, and the bounty which the earth gives. It speaks of the old traditions in which it was believed the animals and plants gave themselves as a gift to man knowing his need to eat.

blanklverse: I really liked your creative approach to the subject and how you took it in a very different and original direction.. The first line did grab my attention right away and made me want to read more but because I am not familiar with the record which is being referred to in the poem I feel like I do not quite grasp the full meaning of it.

MystyrMystyry: I loved your take on the subject. You can rarely go wrong with the Grim Reaper for me, he is a favorite of mine. I enjoyed the darker imagery, and the very October/Halloween feeling of your poem.

DieterM: Loved your opening lines and thought you created a nice image with your poem. You created a since of nostalgic with mention of the swing under the tree. But I think that you used one too many and's and the repetition of the word at the start of each line broke up some of the natural flow of the poem.

cacian: I thought your poem had some beautiful imagery and I loved your use of language. There were some wonderful lines here and originality. I really enjoyed the atmosphere which your poem created but I think it would have benefited from the use of some more punctuation. I did find it could be a bit difficult to read.


And the winner goes to.......

moonbird: You created some wonderful imagery and your words had such an elegant flow to them. I also really enjoy the way in which your poem really invokes the sense. Each verse was beautifully written and I particularly loved the compassion of the moon to an eye, and describing the eating of the apples as being like music. T

[Pendragon]

Thanks, DarkMuse, and congratulations to moonbird!

[cacian]

Dark Muse thank you for taking time to read our entries.
It is very much appreciated.
and very many congratulations to moonbird

[blank|verse]

Well done, moonbird.

(But Dieter - you was robbed! Fine effort.)

[MystyrMystyry]

Thankyou Dark Muse

Congratulations Moonbird

[Dark Muse]

Dark Muse thank you for taking time to read our entries.
It is very much appreciated.
and very many congratulations to moonbird

You are welcome

[moonbird]

Thank you everyone.

Next subject will be Eyes.

Deadline December 15. Good luck!

[cacian]

In another world
is another place,
In a single blow
a breeze has born
and flown
looking to mellow
trees,
refreshing airs and beams
to paint another
phase,
with hands on heart
and quests
for colours all around,
a vision of a past
reflected in your
Eyes,
looking to move
a day into a future glance

[Pendragon]

Your eyes
Pristine pools
Dreamy depths
Keen knowledge
Window of the Soul
Loaded with Love

[sundarramchand]

Loving an Amazon (Title)

There she was,
The rough tomboy
Could ride the horse
And float with the buoys

This was her fourth
Of many such
Delicate ways as befits a court
And Amazonian (yet maternal and feminine) ways like a butch

A cloth around her neck tied
Like an adventuring fisherwoman dressed
Dagger against her dress pressed
Her opponents like brides cried

Could gut the whale
And cut the wolf rabid
Take care of her followers avid
Yet tame and shear the recalcitrant male

She takes her fifth shot
I am struggling with my second
Her scars the “medals” from battles fought
Mine arise from feelings for her heightened

She treats me by turns
As a fool, a stool pigeon, a clown
And at times an idiot to be controlled by treatment stern
Or more often ridiculed and humiliated for the edification of the town

She hoists me up to be exhibited like in statues
In tarred finery, hugging mannequins
Prompting me to ask : Is My love for her fatuous ?
Am I doomed to be hoisted on pedestals only to be let down by my self indulgent sins

One day, like a painted and (pinned and pained) bird,
I rise on the wings of my feeling seared
I cry out both for myself and the amazon I have loved
Who across the oceans of the world has rowed

Like a swarthy female version of Othello
Myself the male Desdemona to whom she at last consents
To relate the tales of the seas , black to yellow
Through which she has sailed up to times present
The characters whom she has met , rascals and saints
And of every hue in between
Her tales were enough to give a delicate lad like me the faints
Telling of a world beyond what he had ever seen

She wonders and marvels at my innocence
Like a diver , she means to torment and bully me out of my shell
And extract the pearls of good sense
That lies buried in my dell

At last we give way to the feelings of mutual affection and love
A mating like that between land and sea
Between the fiery eagle and a gentle dove
Each loving the other, both know “Who is me ?”
The Amazon warrior in star like hues her lover dyed
Who in pain filled ecstasy cried

Zen like In the morning after,
Things are the same fore and after,
The sun still shines, the birds still sing
But the lovers view it as the beginning of eternal spring

[sundarramchand]

Though the above poem is long, it is minimalist and an attempt (after a long time) to write verse in rhyme form

[sundarramchand]

Essentially, this does relate to the theme "eyes" in the sense of attempting to look at the world through the beloved's eyes without losing one's sense of self

[YesNo]

Opened eyes
Drop disguise.

[Dark Muse]

The Eyes of Medusa

Stone cold beauty,
her eternal eyes
project the agony
hidden deep inside.

Alluring,
her deadly gaze
entrapping
unfortunate souls.

With a glance
freezing
those who would
prey upon her.

Yet she is
the one they call
predator.

[krymsonkyng]

Up close and open
jagged colored edges that
surround smiling black.