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

[Dark Muse]

Thank you all who entered. This one was really hard, there were so many great entrees it was difficult to make myself pick a single winner.


YesNo

I enjoyed the concept of the poem and particularly liked the last line, and the idea that it is not only the dark to be feared, but the black widow is feared in the light as well. I did feel that some of the line breaks, and use of punctuation was a bit awkward at points, which made it more difficult to read, because it did not really flow smoothly.

Roawn

Really liked the originality of your poem, the first line caught my attention right away and drew me into wanting to read more. A great use of language. I really liked the subtle suggestiveness and sensuality and also enjoyed the play upon the apple symbolism.

prendrelemick

Love the concept and creativity of this poem. Just an interesting and original idea. I thought it was great the way this poem played with the idea of negative space. It is not what is seen, but what is not seen. I also liked how it was a bit satirical of the more traditional/cliched poem of lost love. I thought the opening lines were great.

Melanie

A beautiful poem and very well written. I particularly enjoyed the first stanza of the poem. I also liked the way in which this poem offered the opportunity of hope, there was a nice light hearted feel to it, and some evocative
imagery. I really enjoyed the lines
"from downtown insanity
to uptown eternity"

Pendragon

Really enjoyed the since of rebellion within this poem. I liked the way it challenged the idea presented within the picture, and offered another possibility, another path. I also enjoyed how the poem also made for a nice metaphor for life in general and the way we perceive things, the choices we always have the ability to make.

cacian

I really liked this one, cryptic as always. I enjoyed the use of rhyme and the originality. Your poems are always though provoking and entice the reader into multiple reads. I think there is a lot of power and meaning within this short poem. Finely crafted.

slipee

A very good poem with some vivid imagery which says a lot in a few short lines. Loved the visual this poem gave me, and the way in which it evoked the other senses. It really drew me into the scene. Also enjoyed the somewhat ambivalent nature. Much like the picture it suggests some possible dark undertone, and gives a touch of mystery.


And the winner is.....

EvoWarrior5

I felt your poem really captured the mood and atmosphere of the picture quite well. There was some good imagery here, and I also liked the way in which the poem told a story. In the same way in which the picture has dark undertone, while offering the possibility of light your poem shifts between despair, and freedom and hope.

[mazHur]

No PICTURE??

I can see a dull sky
spanning the blank screen of my puter
As clouds float in the overhead sky
A gaggle of Kaleidoscopic pictures begins to appear
and light-paint a picture there
worth a thousand words!

[EvoWarrior5]

Wow, thank you Dark Muse!

I did not expect to win, this was my first time and all. I gotta head off to bed now but I will make sure to post a new picture and deadline here tomorrow!

[Rowan]

No picture?! My man, you're right!

Where there once was a picture
of Picasso or one's dickpic,
there now is a hole
where I wish he would stick
.. a pic.

Voila.

[mazHur]

Black holes in the sky
Try to suck you in
Like a camel sucking water
and making us thirsty so
the picture gets completed.

[cacian]

Black holes in the sky
Try to suck you in
Like a camel sucking water
and making us thirsty so
the picture gets completed.

great read!!!
mazHur where have you been haha nice to see you back!!

[cacian]

Dark Muse thank you and Evo congratulations a well deserved win indeed!!!

[mazHur]

great read!!!
mazHur where have you been haha nice to see you back!!

Hi casian

I am here, back again, alive and kicking!
Thanks to my mod friend Veronica who is kind enough to give me a 'wake up' call whenever I am lost!
How are you doing??
Nice to hear from you, my friend.

Take care and keep in touch
love.

[EvoWarrior5]

Alright, here is the picture I picked for you:



I'm excited to see what poems will come out of it and I am happy with this opportunity to be the judge!

Please post your entries before Sunday the 3rd of November. That's the day I will make sure to declare the winner.

Good luck everybody!

[YesNo]

The sun is rising. See the light
Reflected by the quiet bay.
Our journey paused because of night,
But now resumes because of day.

[Melanie]

Lone Arctic Kayaker

Stunned into silence by the magnitude
Of pristine beauty untouched by mankind
An inspirational journey in solitude
Nature's delicate balance defined

Humbled by the vastness of space and time
Snow covered mountains and skies mystify
Mirrored in waters of crystal design
Soothed by earth's sanctified lullaby

[Pendragon]

Into Dawn

A yellow triangle
In a world of pale blue
A kayak heading out
On a ocean of adventure
The Person unseen
Rows into the unknown
Purpose unstated, top of the world
Gray stones and blue arctic ice
In a sea of peaceful azure
The yellow triangle's contrast
Points out to sea
In the reflected light
Of a Midnight Sun's glow...

Pendragon

[prendrelemick]

It's how it makes you feel.

Nosing out across the mirrored sky,
Impelled by muscle-will,
Steered by notions,
Ribbed paddle dipwaving,
Through reflected clouds,
Push-pulling against the waterweight,
Paddledips waking vortex swirls,
Diamond drops sparking from the edgecurve,
Splashing back into the motherlode,
Thoughts like ripples rushing outwards,onwards,
Across the surface to future shores.

[EvoWarrior5]

Melanie, a friend of mine looked up the picture and said that it was somewhere by Canada. I do not know much more about it myself though.

[Rowan]

Alright, this is the second poem that I dare expose to.. You know, people, so don't throw fruit at him. He's young and would cry in the literary-corner.
I like the choice of the picture, I think it opens up many interpretations. Awesome.

'Ere we go!

Chained light bulb


A choir of possibilities sings of chances that are left unspoilt
And the trees hear it with wooden ears
their leaves cry out of blasphemy
as I tell them that I am mighty.
More free than the wind that makes them dance to a sad tune
I stand so tall that I make the mountains sweat and shrug and
grow an inferiority-complex.
I am the captain of my own fate, and cut wailing wires where I want
The water is immense and without worry, it is wise and strong
and I will make it feel like the water left in an unfinished paper-cup
that nobody wants.
I contain no sharks, nor did I make the Titanic sink,
but this substance takes the shape of others
This sad sea sees the coasts, the beaches, and sees prison bars.
The clouds feel mighty and with my own might bestowed
I will make them feel like elder men, newly widowed.
The sun does rise and greet the world, so yellow and so indulged
I look onto that old sad veteran, and I see an old sad prisoner
in the sky
who should be tearful but remains a sad friendly giant
in the sky
who drinks scotch and calls up the moon and regrets regretful things
in the morning. In the sky.
I pity the sun, and I pity you.
We are more free.

- Roo