I will do my best to have a poem completed in the coming days.
I will do my best to have a poem completed in the coming days.
Here is my try (after a long gap) at using rhyme
Essentially follows the pattern of "3 rhymes with 1 and 2 with 4" in 1 2 3 4 with variations to break the monotony either of the form " 3 rhymes with 2 and 1 with 4" or rarely of the form "1 with 2 and 3 with 4"
Loving an Amazon
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
I somehow feel that 1 rhymes with 2 and 3 with 4 and so on seems to catch the ear the most unless more advanced devices are employed ( as in multiple voices in music , drama , opera etc) to reinforce the rhythm
Quick question:
May I use my haiku from the minimalist poetry contest since, for me, the prose is the meat of the poem?
Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.
Okay, the format suggested by Dark Muse seems to be as follows :
a, b and d rhyme with c's theme (in the sense of rhyme) being continued in e f and h in the following 4 line stanza pattern.
"a b c d e f g h"
This seems to bring about some continuity
OK, in my case, i had already written the poem and for me (coming from rhyme less poetry), the images / themes are key and i tried to fit it in the current framework
Would my form come close to a sonnet or some other known theme ? I tried to base it on what i felt was the key motif of a sonnet " a-c , b-d " kind of pattern
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
On a tour through the Cave of the Winds, a couple cozies up to railing.
The melted wax of stalactites takes on the lighting's colors, red and gold and blue. Not much further in, a tunnel narrows and trails back into the Earth's depths.
"Now," says the tour guide "I'm going to turn off the lights. No light from the surface can reach down here, so we will experience absolute darkness. It can be a little disorienting. For your safety please stand still until the lights come on."
For a minute they are transported to a world of sounds. The dry air carries the tap tap dripping of eternities worth of stone under construction. In this false night, the couple kisses until their return.
Up close and open
jagged colored edges that surround
smiling black
Last edited by krymsonkyng; 12-15-2011 at 07:11 PM.
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Today was the original intended deadline but since there are really own two entries, and I know another expressed an interest in wanting to submit something I will extend the deadline. For now I will not propose an official end time so feel free to keep posting.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
For Emily (Happy Birthday)
When I think of flowers in a garden
my thoughts stray to dear Emily
and her bitter-sweet tears
As death mulled her years time was
measured with sweet mordents
of poetry with a hint of Spring
brightened with bird song...
Some sorrowful; all eternal
Chestnut lock of hair.... A hint of nosegay still sweetAfter all these years
:tailor STATELY
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
Because of health concerns, I will not be able to complete an entry for this competition.
Sorry to hear that you are ill. Will pray. God bless
Pen
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Because I do not know how much time I will have for judging this month and so not to leave people hanging I decided to set the deadline for January 1st.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
Thank you everyone who entered. This one was very close, and I almost did not want to have to choose only one winner. But it had to be done.
Pendragon: A very playful and endearing poem. I really enjoyed reading this one, and it gave me a chuckle or two. I thought you did a very could job of capturing the feeling of an Autumn day. I could visualize it so perfectly. I loved the different personalities you gave to the squirrels . this one had such a relaxing feeling to it.
krymsonkyng: I really enjoyed the atmosphere you created for this poem. The juxtaposition between the darkness and the romance I thought worked out well. The poem built up a certain feeling of anticipation. I loved the imagery and I thought you really transported the reader into the cave.
And the winner is....
tailor STATELY: A beautiful and elegant poem. I thought this was beautifully written. It painted such a vivid picture and had such a feeling of sadness and nostalgia to it. I thought your haiku paired perfectly with the verse. There was an elegant flow between the two different styles. I think you really captured the essence of the form.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe