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

[prendrelemick]

I got inspired by the picture and had a cute idea...so I couldn't help but share this poem I wrote for the picture above. Hope y'all get the reference and idea I was going for!
I enjoyed reading the poems of all those who competed, looking forward to beating your hearts in the next challenge
I like Prendrelemicks especially - felt it had a good sense of humour.
Ill crash my car into a bridge, I dont care. I love it.

Old man and Me:

What have the waves brought today?
Fish skeletons, scabs of papyrus shells;
ripped and peeled, flaked and foamed
salt water - advancing and rushing to shore -
like infantry lines pushing ahead, bring seized
by the gravity of bullets, a dance performed
through a swayful waltz on the front line.

I lose the present with an inhale of the past
brought by these never visually ageing waves.
Several years back...that old man and his boat,
carrying me to my horizon, which parallel
my closed eyes and closed smile.
Under every wrinkle on his face
laid a mystery. Days and weeks went by
and I could no longer look at the sea,
but now only the sky, and the glistening light
shinning from his forehead sweat – causing
a heavier sunburn. Oh my old man and the sea,
who is more real now.

After those dreadful stormy days
when neither my brother - the sky and the sea,
shed no light and brought no glea,
painted the other side of my window canvas in
beautiful tones of greys,
my old man friend and love, was carried away,
in all likelihood eaten by thousands of Godly fish by now.
Little did the old man know, his successor, my next friend,
would do not like to row. He loved to drink and do blow.
To feed the mouths of my little sister, and my mother,
I would have to take rum rumble and a pillaging pistol.
Oh old man, where are you now, today my face
was impacted by your smell, it ran through my hair,
and I think I'll try to catch a cod for old times sake.
As I measure my life, I realize my bullet extends far beyond my
hand's reach. Like a grain of sand trying to reach another ocean
only to end up in a souvenir bottle.

At times I see a forest's outline in falling part of waves.

That thar's fightin talk!

[YesNo]

Thanks, Dark Muse!

I'm looking for a picture. Hopefully, I'll have one by tomorrow.

[YesNo]

Here's the new picture. It is one I took somewhere in Door County, Wisconsin some years ago. It is a picture of a cedar tree growing out of the escarpment facing Green Bay.




Deadline: April 15

[prendrelemick]

Cedar trees

Everyone says,
And I agree,
that trees should grow
vertic'ly.
But cedars are
A rebellious bunch
Their wooden brains
Are out to lunch.
Here and there
You'll often see
them attempt to grow
Horizontally.
They think that nature
Can be perverted
And hope one day
To grow inverted

[Pendragon]

Lignum et lapis, ex falli

I saw a monster in the forest
With empty eyes and granite claws
Tusks filled the mouth and rose towards heaven
A demon shape that made me pause

I wonder if in days gone by
Some hero rode in to engage the beast
And being unable to destroy it
Turned it inanimate at the least

But on moonlit walks into the forest
The silhouette still makes me pause
And stare hard at the fearsome shadow
And wonder: Did it move those paws?

Pendragon
(C) 3/27/2013

[YesNo]

Two nice entries! The cedar does seem to have started out horizontally as prendrelemick notes and I think they might have stayed that way longer than they needed. Eventually they grow up. I liked the "wooden brains" phrase. They also seem like monsters as Pendragon notes especially when it is getting dark.

The winner is prendrelemick!

[prendrelemick]

sorry, I've been very busy for once.

I'll get on with it now.

[prendrelemick]

How about a Hockney landscape.

[Gilliatt Gurgle]

I managed to find a moment to at least download the picture, we'll see.
Work wear has put a damper on creative thought lately.

[YesNo]

My wife and I and other relatives saw an exhibit of Hockney's art while on vacation in San Francisco. It impressed all of us and overwhelmed me. I was going to put this entry in the "bad poetry" thread since it is in that rambling, rather unpoetic, "form", but I didn't. So here it is.

[YesNo]

I told Gerald that it gave me hope going
through Hockney's iPad art in the deYoung
museum in San Francisco after he said I
shouldn't get my hopes up, but it looked
like anyone could be an artist now-a-days,
one just needed effective marketing, but
that was until I saw that massive, multi-
paneled landscape and I started calculating
how much I could make if I sold each panel
at a thousand dollars plus, feeling I would
be set for a while, but Gerald was jabbering
to me, his back to the entrance, telling
me that my poetry lacked that je-ne-sais-pas
quality and I told him, 'Wait!' and turned
him about 165 degrees around and as we
walked into the room with some holy ****
expression on our faces, Gerald sadly
realized he couldn't draw anyway, or so he
claimed, but the truth was he won't draw
thinking he can't, and then I grabbed out
my phone and started to draw and realized
that perhaps I can't draw either, not
admitting that Hockney can draw, but at least
he did produce something which is more than
we could say, but if hope dissipated at the
museum, it picked up at the Fisherman's
Wharf especially after an In-N-Out burger
and, sure, we should have tried the clam
chowder in a sourdough bread bowl, but we
can't get this burger back in Chicago and
we knew the awesome, simple truth that
there were good reasons to travel west.

[cacian]

How about a Hockney landscape.

wow that is what I call artful.
will think of a few lines soon.

[YesNo]

Bump. This contest needs more entries. That's a lovely picture by Hockney.

[Melanie]

Fresh Air Views

visions
where dreamers dream
and kite strings tug at hearts
and rainbow hued imaginings
take flight

[Pendragon]

This road makes me sleepy
It leads to a giant patchwork quilt
The mist in the distance acts like an AC
Pull over. Catch some Z's