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

[Virgil]

Thanks Granny. OK, why don't we hold off another week on setting a deadline.

[browneyedbailey]

She sits silently,
Waiting, waiting.
Locked up in her father's palace.
"What?!?!" she cried to the heavens.
"Why not tell me? Who can relese me from my stone prision??"
As she weeps she finds it is to late.

[Granny5]

She sits silently,
Waiting, waiting.
Locked up in her father's palace.
"What?!?!" she cried to the heavens.
"Why not tell me? Who can relese me from my stone prision??"
As she weeps she finds it is to late.

Great Job Bailey-Boo (you must take after your Granny!)

[browneyedbailey]

Thanks but I think I got it from myself.

[dramasnot6]

I don't, I keep thinking I'll have a revelation and get a poem written

I'll second that!

[stephofthenight]

this picture is murderous! lol because i cant think of anything, sorry guys ive tried and tried and nothing comes. but all of yalls poems are lovley!

[littlewing53]

i agree steph...i've been toiling and writing a word or two and have yet to come up with anything...tho i really enjoy the pics...

[TheFifthElement]

Phew! This one was tough, but I've written 'something', hope you like it!

Falling in Love at the Natural History Museum

I saw him first in special exhibits,
guiding a sullen crowd drawn from
the streets by the warm summer rain.
A crowd too dull to see the
intricacy of the sturdy soldiers,
opposing the fine, expressive
gestures of his hands.
I followed weakly, picking up
the words he dropped so
carelessly on the floor;
I followed drinking in each
fluid movement graceful
as the warm summer rain;
I followed at a distance
knowing only the
colour of his smile,
and the sharp edge
of this unexpected desire.

It happened in Egyptology.
Shrouded in darkness,
attention focussed
on a small exhibit,
a work of art,
of Isis and Osiris
hand in hand,
eternal lovers.
He told their story
in a voice that flowed like
warm summer rain.
How Isis’s love
made Osiris into
a God.
And all I could hear was
“Love”!
He glanced my way,
and my heart flowed
like warm summer rain…

…and the rest, as they say, is history.

[Virgil]

OK let's set a deadline now. The last day to enter a poem shall be the end of the month, September 30th.

[Petrarch's Love]

Glad you extended the deadline, Virg. Found a little time to scribble this afternoon and came up with this:

The Afterthoughts of Nefertari

The goddess who carries the sun on her head
Leads me as mother leads child.
That ineluctable pull
That startles us from ourselves sometimes in life
Is gentler now, once resistance is dead.

And life fragments around us into scattered words;
Words chanted by live voices,
Words changed to signs as voices fade,
Signs separate from words become images,
Scattered images blur into the prime
That was before anything was.

Eye and feather, sliding serpent,
Ship that coasts on orange waves
Gilded lilies, mud-made houses
Wandering limbs and arms embraced
Hawk beside the kneeling priestess
All one enigmatic phrase

Her fingers entwine intimately with mine--
Which are cold and stiff to bend--
Bringing the first flush of warmth
As I learn new language.
Language without words
Image without sight
Knowledge without thought
Life without death
And I follow
The goddess who carries the sun on her head.

[symphony]

Am i too late? Couldnt bring my eyes to any of the contests going this month due to those exams. This picture is really good! I can see Hathor in there.

[Virgil]

I'll give a few more days. How's that Symph? I'll close this on Thursday.

[symphony]

Sorry, because even if I'm late I cant help posting something. The excitement of recognising Hathor in here wont let me stop.

The other one in here is Amon, isnt it? Sorry if i'm wrong though... I'll still give it a shot.


Hathor and Amon

Her existence within
Those withered amber scripts
Shone through the faded hieroglyphs--
Too bright for the parchment to hold.
The strength of his hand
Within the whorls of hers
Stirred through the pages.

Between her and me
Rests a long path of time,
Her existence is yellowed,
Obscure in a few blurry scribbles
By an unknown hand of forgotten years;
Mine, however, is fixed in present.
And still I heard her voice,
Sonorous in the silence—
I am the Queen of Dance,
The Mistress of Music,
The One who fills the sanctuary with joy…
The joy of secreting the cosmos?
The Joy of Love, came the whisper,

I have loved.
I have breathed
The Breath of Life.

And it was then that I
Felt her existence,
Not in the yellowed parchments,
But in the golden sun
And in the golden sand…

And through the Breeze of Life
Ran the voice of the celestial goddess…
I have loved.


P.S.
Unless of course you already know:
Hathor is the egyptian goddess of Music, Dance, Love etc etc. Her symbol is the cow, she is known as the cow-deity. The Milky Way is said to be secreted from her breast as milk.
Amon is mainly known as the god of fertility, virility, masculine strength, etc etc. But he is also known as the God of the Breath of Life. Thats all i know about him so...

Sorry again if time is out.

EDIT: heheh, no thats not Amon, thats Nefertari! Didnt read the entries first + should have looked at it more carefully. Anyway, my mistake! It wont be wise to edit it now, so *shrug* .

[symphony]

Oh! Thank u so much Uncle Virg, for extending it.

[dramasnot6]

Great poems everyone! Guess I'll miss out on this round, my brain isn't allowing any creativity amidst all my studying good luck!