Subject Poetry Contest.

[Dark Muse]

Thanks, Dark Muse, although "beeches" are trees and I fail to see the humor of that line!

Of course.....I knew that....I just find trees really really funny, yeah that is it.

Oy, I have a natorrious habbit of misreading things from time to time, and somewhere I got it in my head that it said breaches.

[Pendragon]

Of course.....I knew that....I just find trees really really funny, yeah that is it.

Oy, I have a notorious habit of misreading things from time to time, and somewhere I got it in my head that it said breaches.

I figured you read it as beaches, or even britches! Don't worry about it, no poet of your caliber can ever be said to loose her mind! You may be like me. I read so fast that I find it almost impossible to read aloud, as my mind is already anywhere from 5 to 10 or more lines ahead of my voice. It's a source of great amusement to my kids, who will ask me to read something (and mind you, they are 24, 23, and 21) just to catch the mistakes I make! Wooo-woooo-wooooo! As Curly of the Three Stooges says.

[Dark Muse]

Music Written In Love

A subtlety of sound,
the memory of your breath
upon my neck, harp strings
quiver in the air and my
nerves vibrate.

The music in your eyes
which your fingers
create, and I recall
each stroke
upon my flesh.

A melody
once written
on a night we were
alone together,
and every note
is a touch of your
lips upon my body.

You have transformed
me into an intangible
infinity, and I hear
my own soul singing
at the end of your
fingertips.

[YesNo]

Music's Entrainment

Pendulums swinging,
Lovers singing--
The music has begun.
Once out of tune
They both will soon
Sway nicely one by one.

Entrainment: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Entrainment_%28physics%29

[cacian]

music be the wave
that drifts you away
to a world of uptunes,
decibels of sounds
filter your rays
and sweeten
your ways

melodic is the ring
that takes you afar
as highs as the
sighs and
strings you a line
of rythmes and light.

[Pendragon]

LET THE SONG BE SUNG

Let the song be sung
when the fingers weave the twilight,
when the moon rises from her bath
and the stars try not to peep.

Let the song be sung
whenever shadows gather,
when the twisting shades entwine
and the night strides out on stage.

Let the song be sung
and the stars and planets tango
while the North Wind whistles his applause
and the ghosts come out to play.

Let the song be sung
from throats and tongues unseen
telling all the sorrowful tales
of the way things are—and must ever be…

Pendragon
(C) 2000

[tailor STATELY]

I'll give this contest 1-more week - final entries by 12:00 mid-night tSst ( tailor STATELY standard time ) February 7th.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[moonbird]

Pianissimo
A whisper of
Smoke
A shadow
A ghost
Massive in its
Fragility

Crescendo
It swells
Builds
Overlaps itself
And folds over
Enveloping
The world
In sound

Fortissimo
The grand
Moment
The epiphany
Ringing out
Echoing in
Triumpth
Silencing all else
Deafening

Fermata
Infinity
The sound pours out
Forever
Into
Oblivion

Rest
Sound still
Ringing
In the silence

Pianissimo

Diminuendo
Fades gently
And
Dies

[moonbird]

*crickets chirping*

[tailor STATELY]

Again, my apology. I needed time away from the web. Will render judgment soonest.

[cacian]

Again, my apology. I needed time away from the web. Will render judgment soonest.

welcome back tailor STATELY

[tailor STATELY]

Thank you cacian.

So many wonderful poems. I enjoyed them all. In order:

Dark Muse - Passionate and poignant.

YesNo - A wonderful synchronicity.

cacian - If I might hazard a modest rewrite:

music is the wave
that drifts you away
to a world of uptunes,
decibels of sounds
filters your rays
and sweetens
your sways.................................... (I had a vision of dance while reading)

melody is the ring
that takes you afar
as high as the
sighs and
strings you along
in a line
of rhythm and light.......................... an allusion back to "waves" and "rays" earlier

Pendragon - I really liked this poem. What distracted me was the date (please forgive me).

moonbird - I must say that the last line "Diminuendo Fades gently And Dies" was a bit abrupt for me. Perhaps: Diminuendo Fades gently and yet live on in one's mind...
or something to convey that the music lives on even when not at the auditory level.
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And the winner is: Dark Muse... Congratulations !

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Dark Muse]

Thank you! I will have a new subject posted soon.

[cacian]

Thank you very muchtailor STATELY.
I agree the poem needed a rewrite and it reads better now!


congratulations Dark Muse

[Pendragon]

congratulations Dark Muse