Subject Poetry Contest.

[tailor STATELY]

Imagination

"... that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude"
- William Wordsworth (from "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud")

On a woodstove once
uniformly black
Now aged on its sides
to gray and lesser grays
amoungst the black
There abides (easily
conjured up by the
imagination) the image
of a rabbit in twilight
before a great hole -
gazing upon runes

Sometimes I'm the rabbit
contemplating the unknown;
other times, like Alice,
I follow into a world
already created, or soon
to be, separate to mine own

3/1/2013 r.3/2/2013 r.3/12/2013

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[cacian]

let the imagination
fly
it should encounter
high
and when it comes back
down
it will enchant me
with
its voyages of shere
eternities and
still be
my companion will
to free my self to real
wihtout it I am
hill to mountains
highest tiers

[Pendragon]

OK

YesNo: Loved the opening line

"When you haven't a clue, pretend."

Tailor:

This is great!

"Sometimes I'm the rabbit
contemplating the unknown;
other times, like Alice,
I follow into a world
already created, or soon
to be, separate to mine own"

cacian:

Love this transition:

"and when it comes back
down
it will enchant me

But in the end there can only be one:

Drumroll:

Tailor STATELY congrats! That sometimes Alice sometimes the rabbit was brilliant!

[Melanie]

...yes, congratulations tailor stately!
I thoroughly enjoyed your poem along
with the rabbit image on your wood stove.
Fun to see the image that sparked your
imagination, ultimately leading to an
awesome last stanza

[cacian]

tailor STATELY congratulations!!

[tailor STATELY]

Thank you all !

Next subject: Spring

Deadline April 15

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Dark Muse]

The Shades of Spring

I can see the colors
of the sound of rain
in various shades
of blue and green,
muted gray, and sprigs
of yellow like dandelions,
which make firecrackers
as the waters burst open
upon the ground.

I can taste the tingle
of new life, the earthiness,
something soft and wet,
small, indistinguishable
microscopic raptures
which break forth from
the darkness.

A fragrance stirs
within the air,
it is subtle, yet undeniable,
at times even overwhelming,
and I feel myself falling
amid the daffodils,
cast adrift upon the sea
of green valleys.

I touch the very air,
beneath my finger tips
at first it is hard-edged,
it is sharpened steel
but it tempers into warmth,
it is malleable, even soft,
it becomes feathers
that I may dissolve into.

[YesNo]

Another chance to make things right
The rush of spring delights to fight
While patience once more has to wait
And trusts this dissipates old hate.

Hope is what spring stands upon.
The past at last is winter-gone
And buried fertilizing those
Who rise above last winter's snows.

Life moves freshly over ground
Summer warms with lively sound.
Autumn harvests stand mature
Judging hopes for love impure.

Winter's isolation brings
Loneliness to cover things
With white what once was springtime's best
When winter lays what's spring's to rest.

[Adolescent09]

Another chance to make things right
The rush of spring delights to fight
While patience once more has to wait
And trusts this dissipates old hate.

Hope is what spring stands upon.
The past at last is winter-gone
And buried fertilizing those
Who rise above last winter's snows.

Life moves freshly over ground
Summer warms with lively sound.
Autumn harvests stand mature
Judging hopes for love impure.

Winter's isolation brings
Loneliness to cover things
With white what once was springtime's best
When winter lays what's spring's to rest.

Phenomenal stuff, YesNo. It is going to be hard to compete with your poem but here goes...

O! Justice to Javert at the River Seine
by ©Adol09

One preached "a cube"!, Physics retorted "a sphere"!
Morality teaches a view, judges learn not to hear
I am akin of Javert on the River Seine
Fishing for truth on the great divine

From what branches of justice do ethic's fruit spring?
From what crystal chords, do angel's lungs sing?
So many questions need answers in so little time
So willing am I to cast doubt from a pole with no line

---

How the heck I just came up with that, I have no clue. Maybe writing while tipsy can work wonders .

[cacian]

springs imagines
suns of athens
goddesses of Florence
and singapors of pageants
turn hither to salute
in vigour the Nile
to river
from flowers of tannin
to colours of saphires
birds in satins
to choir in matin
the atmosphere is
melic
springs imagines
the world is magic
and
history
is lavish

[Pendragon]

Tiny fragrant flowers, bright colored birds
The feeling that Spring brings is superb
Soft warm rain, a rainbow sky
It comes in a flash then says goodbye
So I listen to birdsong, smell the lilac
Inhale the aroma of newly mown grass
Enjoy the showers, the warm spring sun
Because summer is hot, and it's next to come

[cacian]

I think time is up for this contest.

[tailor STATELY]

Yup. Back with the results asap.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[tailor STATELY]

Dark Muse -

I can see the colors
of the sound of rain... and sprigs
of yellow like dandelions,
which make firecrackers
as the waters burst open
upon the ground.

and

... becomes feathers
that I may dissolve into.

Fanciful and surreal; all the senses come alive; and daffodils!
and dandelions!

YesNo - Your rhyme scheme worked well throughout.
Enjoyed this:

Winter's isolation brings
Loneliness to cover things
With white what once was springtime's best
When winter lays what's spring's to rest.

Adolescent09 - I found these lines memorable (note my small edit):

From what branch of justice do ethic's fruit spring?
From what crystal chords, do angel's lungs sing?

and

One preached "a cube"!, Physics retorted "a sphere"!

tickled my sensibilities. Seine/devine grated on me a little; funny that time/line did not.
The last line reminded me of a time of depression when I went on a fishing
trip just so I wasn't alone, but declined to bait my hook - negating the bother
of catching anything. O! Javert, thou racked with double-bind torment unto death.

cacian - I found this surprising, and quite charming (note my small edit):

to choir in matin
the atmosphere is
melic
spring imagines
the world is magic

Pendragon - Loved this:

Tiny fragrant flowers, bright colored birds
The feeling that Spring brings is superb
Soft warm rain, a rainbow sky
It comes in a flash then says goodbye

Your poem made me wax melancholy for some reason.
My lilacs are intoxicating - near in full bloom. I've found delicate blue
flowers only millimeters in size hidden in the green grasses - their fragrance
lost 'cept to a pea pod fairy.

Amazing poems from all: and the winner is after much deliberation: Dark Muse

Congratulations to all !

[cacian]

Thank you very much tailor STATELY and congratulations Dark Muse