O massive lake, O warm, calm day,
O wind that wants to blow away,
O sunny beach where people play,
O breath, O life enjoy your stay.
O massive lake, O warm, calm day,
O wind that wants to blow away,
O sunny beach where people play,
O breath, O life enjoy your stay.
My blog: https://frankhubeny.blog/
Thanks YesNo. This contest is moving along, too, although a few more poems would be nice. Let's set the deadline for Friday, April, 10th. In the meantime, keep those cards and letters coming in! Remember, all you need to do is to write a poem that talks to someone or something. You know you've got it in you!![]()
Today is award day for this contest, too. Both pieces submitted were excellent. But the winner is...tailor STATELY for his (yes?) heartfelt and superbly crafted Eastertide: An Apostrophe. I liked this one in particular because its powerful "blood moon" image, which resonates with the darkness at noon image from the Crucifixion, also becomes a harbinger of spring and "light within all creation," so that the very blood of Christ becomes a portent of the rain that will bring the world to life again. Every prayer is an apostrophe. This one is also a magnificent poem. Thank you Tailor, who will chose the next form.
Last edited by Pompey Bum; 04-10-2015 at 03:31 PM.
Thank you Pompey Bum ! Spirit Cave was a beautiful poem; and I enjoyed your poem very much YesNo.
Next form is Tanka, a Japanese form still in popular use. Like a traditional Haiku it is syllabic based - only instead of 5-7-5 it
is 5-7-5-7-7; id est: line 1 is 5-sillybibbles, line 2 is 7-sillybibbles, and so on.
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
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
Thank you, tailor STATELY! And congratulations! I enjoyed yours as well.
Cyclic Understanding
Understanding it,
I thought I knew it all, but
then the mysteries
I did not understand came
home to comfort me again.
My blog: https://frankhubeny.blog/
When we meet that day,
Companion malignancy,
Oh I will know you,
And I will teach you my name:
No boy this time, you bastard.
Deadline: Midnight Wednesday PDT: 29 April 2015
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
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
YesNo: Cyclic Understanding – Forgive me if I am way off base. There is something circular here (or sinusoidal as I have experienced): the mysteries of non-understanding that can confound the worldly wise being brought to humility through the spirit, and re-familiarity to the things of the spirit with its comfort (in my interpretation: the pride cycle). The enjambment tripped me a little, but it allowed me to delve deeper into the crux of this nugget.
Pompey Bum: My Cancer – A defiant apostrophe to that nemesis cancer that the protagonist must have experienced in youth. “When we meet that day, Companion malignancy” speaks to me of a final reckoning that is mirrored in L5; the cancer perhaps in remission throughout life, but not cured.
Both worthy poems with a slight edge to Pompey Bum - our winner this go round. Congratulations to the both of you !
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
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
Thank you very much, tailor. The speaker is me. It's autobiographical. And as always, you are too kind.
Okay, the next poem should be a cryptogram. All that means (for our purposes--"cryptogram" has other meanings, too) is that the first letter of each line should spell out a second message to the reader. A poem I recently wrote for the Minimalist Poetry Contest thread was a very simple poetic cryptogram:
The secondary message can also have an ironic sense. I wrote this doggerel some time ago when a particularly obnoxious pest decided to leave my life:
Farewell
Perhaps we'll meet on some bright morrow!
Is parting really such sweet sorrow?
So soon you came, so soon you go,
So soon we reap what we all sow.
O passer by us, we have known
Friendship, I think, as if on loan.
Farewell, farewell, for now you're gone!
They're actually a lot of fun. Wanna play?
Last edited by Pompey Bum; 04-30-2015 at 12:41 PM.
Amazing! talking with one not present.
Mobile or fixed the connections can be.
Ethereal crackles or buzzes are not as
Common as they were in times well passed.
Hell yes! Now they drop the call completely
Elegant in concept; poor in execution.
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Ameche
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9WDyKO7GQ70
Last edited by PeterL; 05-02-2015 at 06:30 PM.
Thanks Peter, but I think you've entered this poem into the wrong contest. It needs to go in the Subject Poetry Contest, not the Form Poetry Contest. Feel free to make an entry here, too, following the rules above.
As for the rest of you, c'mon, c'mon cough 'em up!
I went to great trouble to write a poem that worked for both. This definitely is an entry for form poem. I also used an interesting and obscure piece of slang.
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Ameche
Oh sorry. I saw the title and thought there must have been a mistake. Thanks so much for contributing and please accept my apologies for the misunderstanding.![]()
Hardly what I thought it’d be:
Evening shifts to night
Like forever tediously
Looking for fresh light.
My blog: https://frankhubeny.blog/