Thank you.
The next subject, something about the sea.
Thank you.
The next subject, something about the sea.
ay up
It’s wetter than I want to be
And so I choose the land.
My weighty friend, great gravity,
Prefers that I should stand.
A boat is an alternative,
But some do sink out there.
Why leave the land and try to live
And float in some nowhere?
There are those creatures in that deep
Who wishy-washy roam.
I'll count on waves of dreamy sheep.
I’d rather sleep at home.
Last edited by YesNo; 10-24-2016 at 01:09 PM.
Lazy sunshine
rains upon the
shore and sparkles
over horses running wild
atop tumbling waves.
Two good entries so far.
ay up
a foggy day at the seashore
foghorn and gulls compete with the
roar - a war of waves battering
the beach evermore - one gets use
to the decay mixed with salt breeze
when wading cold waters up to
one's waist - the tide subservient
as if preternaturally
to the wraith of a shrouded moon
11/12/2016 r.12/7/2016 (removed last two lines:
"as yet an apparition to
whom it measures time till consumed")... the
poem seems better balanced this way.
:tS
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Last edited by tailor STATELY; 12-07-2016 at 08:16 AM. Reason: too rhymy/balance
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
Ok here we go.
All three poems have outstanding bits. eg roar-a war of waves, or, sunshine that rains, or, my weighty friend, great gravity. These are good ideas and just the kind of thing I like.
However there can be only one winner, so I'm giving it to the one that connected with me straight away. A simple single image beautifully realized. - Cassie Hughes is the winner.
Last edited by prendrelemick; 12-05-2016 at 03:39 PM.
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Congratulations Cassie Hughes !
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
Thanks guys. Glad it resonated with you prendrelemick, even though it was only short.
The next topic shall be seasonal methinks, well, how could it not be! I would love to see some poems about tinsel. Hehehe!
It’s shiny. Also it is cheap,
A chance to calm despair.
When God went on the other side
He left us puzzled there.
But now we know: We got it wrong.
The past will not repeat,
But that’s OK. We understand.
Bright tinsel crowns defeat.
Ooh! Shiny! All ADD, we
Focus on the temporal, the secular,
Acquisitive, spectacular.
Shambolic overtakes symbolic
And our red and green frolic
Relieves us of any loving memory.
A subject poem: Tinsel...
Her Tinseled Hair
We met as one beneath the mistletoe
( t'wasn't planned if you really need to know )
Her tinseled hair shone; a quicksilver'd glow
not the mylar sort for Christmas show
Her eyes as gray the stormiest sea
gazed then locked upon one enchanted: me
Body electric; flushed in esprit
betime our winsome kiss ne'er gang agley
12/10/2016
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Last edited by tailor STATELY; 12-10-2016 at 10:35 AM. Reason: ; in L3
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
Loving these so far.
Noah helps Granddad trim the Christmas tree.
Less is never more,
when you're under four
And putting tinsel on the tree,
So he piles it on unstintingly
And soon we can no longer see
The slightest gap of greenery.
And lost beneath the shimmery fronds
Of blue and green and red and bronze,
Are Woolworth's baublee bygones.
And the only thing that peeps above
The rising shining work of love,
Is the paper star his mother made,
Stuck with rags of bright brocade,
With bottle tops and ribbony thread,
With silver glitter thickly spread,
With blobs of green and yellow paint,
With no design with no restraint.
For less is never more you see,
when you've only just made three,
And you're trimming up the Christmas tree.
Last edited by prendrelemick; 12-19-2016 at 06:18 AM.
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So, Christmas is over and the New Year has well and truly begun which means I better get on with deciding a winner here.
Tinsel is cheap and shiny indeed and kissing under the mistletoe can be the start of something very meaningful. Christmas goes hand in hand with children and the decorating of the tree can be a great way of bridging the generation gap and so very nearly took the prize but something kept drawing me back to four words. 'Bright tinsel crowns defeat' and so, I declare the winner to be........YesNo.
Thanks to you all for your wonderful entries.
Congrats, Yes/No! The poem reminds me of an old Brazilian song: "The King´s crown is neither of gold nor of silver. I´ve worn it too and I know it´s made of tin."
"I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row
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