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

[TheFifthElement]

Here is the next picture :

I won't set a deadline yet, but once we've got 2 or three entries I'll set something then.

Good luck!

[NickAdams]

Grant me the likeness of my earth’y maid;
she who is burnt-umb’r.
Take my pattern and copy thence,
form to mass (modeled in clay).

The solemn rites perform’d
In the kiln of Old Paphos
Or Paphus,
and for a time, Augusta.

Then ten …
..
ten months to crown our bliss …
..
No!

Ten stadia from sea-
The birthplace of Love:
Rock of the Greek.

With happy skill,
Bed bless’d,
Our dear statues lay:

Unripe Idols,
Burnt-umb’r heifers;

with ardent eyes
and lips to lips,
a burning kiss impress’d.

O a livid mark!

[TheFifthElement]

excellent, an entry already! Keep 'em coming (thanks Nick)

[Pendragon]

Withdrawn...I just had a dart in the heart and it burns like unjust hell, Sorry Fifth, not your fault.

[autolycus]

Congrats, Fifth! *grin* I just got here. Dropping by on a winter evening.

[NickAdams]

Withdrawn...I just had a dart in the heart and it burns like unjust hell, Sorry Fifth, not your fault.

Get well soon Pen. The contest, and poetry forum, won't be the same without you.

[TheFifthElement]

Withdrawn...I just had a dart in the heart and it burns like unjust hell, Sorry Fifth, not your fault.

Oh Pen, I do hope you change your mind. Feel better *hug*.

[motherhubbard]

working on the spacing

[motherhubbard]

how do you get the indention to show?

[NickAdams]

how do you get the indention to show?

Use the increase indent icon to the left of image of earth. Keep in mind that the indent is extremely exaggerated.

[motherhubbard]

nick, thanks for the help, but I tried it twice and it didn't work. Have you had any luck trying that yourself? If you have, do you mind if I PM you for help?

[motherhubbard]

A touch.

Just a moment caught eternal

in the minds eye,

remembering -

remembering-

The scent, and the heat that rose off of your body.

The mingle of breath that floated away on a winter’s wind,

and the hope for what comes next,

what could be.

No longer tangible.

Just a glimpse-

a half glimpse

vanished.

The memory of love lost before it was had

can be more enticing than that of one grown cold.


Was I happy then?

Wrapped in those arms feeling that body pressed-

pressing against mine

as if to say

‘now,

don’t wait,

don’t let this pass’

in an urgent breathy whisper lost to the wind.

Or was I just wanting what I had not had

and could not?

Time is a strange friend that calls to mind

the memory imagined rather than what was.

[downing]

Reflection on love

I saw them in a sensual embrace:
he was holding her waist with one hand
in a warm, lovely way.
Gazing one at another permanently
praying to remain so forever,
they had rather been turned into clay
than torn apart in that moment.
He pressed his lips on hers
and a tear of hers fell on his cheek.
‘Promise…never…’ she uttered sighing
‘I will never…’ and I didn’t hear more
because he talked very slowly.
She put one hand on his cheek,
wiping the tears
and with the other she squeezed his hand,
passing her fingers through the void
between his.
Then a small breeze came from outside.
I had left the barn
and left them together forever.
It’s useless trying to separate two people
who’d rather be turned into clay
than torn apart.

[Pendragon]

thanks to many of you, especially Petra, I relent, and restore the removed poem.

Frozen Moment

His eyes dark, larger than normal,
Bore into her eleven features, equally strange.
Monocolored faces, hands, even the drab clothing.
All speak in eldritch whispers of something not right.
I draw back my focus, and caress the lovers’ faces with my shot.
Something in the tender “nose rubs nose” leaves a line of question.
Drawing back further on my focus reveals, cracks, and splits,
His jacket is chipped and stained in places, his pants seen better days.
She like him has become weathered, and her slacks are mostly cracks.
But for the support beam between them, they might have begun to fall apart.
But looking back upon the faces, I see a strong man
With a slightly petite eleven lady clasped tightly to him,
A moment forever frozen in the rushing stream of time…

Pendragon
© 12/15/07

[Petrarch's Love]

Yay! It's back.