Does someone know how to insert extra spacing between words? When I do it in the reply box, and hit submit, the spacing reverts back to single space
Does someone know how to insert extra spacing between words? When I do it in the reply box, and hit submit, the spacing reverts back to single space
Please resolve your personal differences via PMs.
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"It is not that I am mad; it is only that my head is different from yours.”
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Sometimes i feel that I can over-write. Once i tried to do many different poems in a short period of time and at the end they were pretty bad. I think we can all agree that constructive practice with consideration of the author to improve and actions taken to better one's writing does lead to improvement. I think ktd was just commending people for constructively improving by being more conscious and careful for the second time they wrote in order not to make the same mistakes. It is up to the individual whether to continue making mistakes or to fix them in the course of their practice.
and back on track...well done to everyone for some great poems!
Orion- The rhyme scheme is lovely
Ktd- I loved "like blocks projecting:
black black black black black" this last line serves as a great contrast to your description of color in the rest of the poem
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
here's my entry:
A whirl of colors
spinning
muscles stretch and warm
toes point
a swish of a hand
the soft thump of a landing
twisting legs
hearts soar
so do bodies
colors dance across the floor
music plays softly
each person dances
to the beat that flows through
their bones
A whirl of colors
spinning
muscles stretch and warm
toes point
but all that is seen
by simple eyes
is a ballet class
but I see different
I see the faces move across the room
their emotions flowing
through their movement
I see the heart
I see the color
I see the soul.
"O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point where those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself. "
-Louis Aragon
my only regret is that i can't chuck out many of the posts which are obscuring my easy access to the poetry... *grin*
se non e vero, e molto ben'trovato
Her ankles move
like tufts of string,
a rhythm unravels
as she steps.
The dress defies
its frame of threads,
a gown painted,
chromatic shards
drip beauty like
a morning petal.
And her fingers
dissolve each color,
sweep the rays
like curling waves,
spreading to fill
the yawning moon.
Last edited by Il Penseroso; 03-31-2007 at 12:56 AM.
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
hmmm... some time has passed
the last pensive post betrays
should i end it now?
:-)
se non e vero, e molto ben'trovato
oh please dont! im still trying to finish mine upsorry im taking so long...
though if im not done by deadline dont wait about, thanks!
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
No problem! Please take your time! I did say 1 April, just after midnight GMT...
se non e vero, e molto ben'trovato
mm, lovely poems, everyone!
No day but today
-God is real, unless proclaimed integer-
Here is mine. Simple rhyme, four feet per line. Hope it's good enough for your attention, since English is not my mother tongue...
The dismal landscape, grey and dark,
He beholds with jovial bliss
The wind that blows fierce and stark
He feels as soft as a heartfelt kiss.
No larks or nightingails, but crows
Whose caws he heeds like lullabies
And as the dreadful night is close
He regrets his sight's demise.
The clouds draw near; they threat to rain
And boom a frightening thunderclap
Though joy he wants to feel or feign
In his soul persists a gap
He tried to run away from pain
But pain pursues his every step.
Dance of life
Red
A tango of touch commences-
Disperses, she writhes-hospital gown billowing around her
Tiny cries muffled by flesh and longing
The curtain falls- the cord is cut
Sweaty lips speak of swollen worries
Heart beats tap out cautious joys
Orange
Ah the giddy tap continues with Astaire-like perfection
Her partner has not missed the cue
She wails with will and wonder
At the sudden spotlight trained upon her
Backstage in the dark there was no performance
No lines, no blocking, no need to kill or die for my public
Yellow
To waltz alone- concerto solo uno
Accelerando! Accelerando!
Liquid gold covers the field
I peel off each soft strand of the clover flower
Sick with spinning I drop to my knees
Drowning in a solar shower
Green
Leap across the moss-streaked stage-Bravissimo!
We pirouette in verdant passion
Scent of sage clouds our senses
Winks and giggles in the fashion
Hair and leotards pulled tight
Unravelled by the rhythm of the night
Blue
Wrinkles sachet across weary skin
Bones creak and hairs thin
Dancers body sinks into deep sea
Tear-stained leotards and stolen grace
A life long shore washing up my plea
Feet ache to reclaim the pace
Indigo
Floorboard echoes
A rainbows shadow
The demise of a decrepit dance
Ballet plunges
Cut-off lunges
Left with shards of stance
Violet
Last edited by dramasnot6; 03-31-2007 at 10:34 PM.
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
OK OK I am going to close this competition after giving a bit of leeway for late submissions... *grin*
Give me a few days, everyone. The entries are mind-blowing enough already, without deeper analysis.
Thanks!
se non e vero, e molto ben'trovato
Beautiful work posted on this forum. Enjoyed.
Last edited by Angie Mae; 04-03-2007 at 12:39 PM.
Yes, that was the general idea I believe- winner posts a picture and everyone writes a poem to go with it then the original picture poster judges the poems and chooses the next winner. Read the first post on this thread.
"O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point where those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself. "
-Louis Aragon
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