Well done, alakungfu, Dark Muse and AuntShecky, and my congratulations to you, AuntSheckY. It was an awesome poem.
Well done, alakungfu, Dark Muse and AuntShecky, and my congratulations to you, AuntSheckY. It was an awesome poem.
"The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its' own reason for existing." ~ Albert Einstein
"Remember, no matter where you go, there you are." Buckaroo Bonzai "Some people say I done alright for a girl." Melanie Safka
When winter turns into spring,
Life begins anew with a song
The trees gain a brand-new wardrobe
Thoughts turn to love
Love turns to a song
Rebirth of the soul
Watching the fluffy clouds
Sunlight makes a beautiful song
Warmth in the heart
Starting over again
Rejoining that sacred song
Flowers in spring
Pendragon
1/3/10
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Thank you, q -- are you going to send us a triad? And thanks again, Pen --this time for posting a fine entry.
Hope more LitNetters will post a triad.
Last edited by AuntShecky; 01-04-2010 at 04:41 PM.
I will consider it AuntShecky. I really wanted to try the villanelle, but things came up.
"The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its' own reason for existing." ~ Albert Einstein
"Remember, no matter where you go, there you are." Buckaroo Bonzai "Some people say I done alright for a girl." Melanie Safka
Luna Lupus
Reborn beneath a Winter's Moon
now infused with nocturne sight
at the alter of blood sacrifice
To become a hunter of the night
bathed within silver moonlight
blood of the beast warms the cold
Taste of blood, life's vital wine
new found life as a stalker in the dark
serenade to Mother Moon.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
the water at thirty two degrees begins to freeze
forming a tissue of insuperable delicacy
the freshet of water that lies beneath
flowing to the river, to the sea
the infant bird lies, its goggle eyes closed,
its beating heart palpable beneath
newly formed skin, a linen bandage lying
between life and death
in the turmoil of my mind, a freshet of questions
do I love you? do I know how to?
Can I love beyond the hurt? I grope for answers,
and in the groping, hold out my hand to you
Qimissung
"The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its' own reason for existing." ~ Albert Einstein
"Remember, no matter where you go, there you are." Buckaroo Bonzai "Some people say I done alright for a girl." Melanie Safka
Thanks for the entries so far.
To reiterate:
write a triad consisting of three or four 3-line stanzas OR three 4-line stanzas connecting three images, thoughts, or items associated with a fresh start.
Deadline: January 18, 2010
Oh I'll give this a shot. I have until the 18th. Good.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
As if it were the dark device of dreams,
the road stumbled me early toward the shore,
from black to gray as day laid down its beams.
The waves rolled ‘round my legs from Tenneriffe,
from Portugal and Spain the waters came,
an ancient sea made new, so clear, though brief.
The realm of sleep dissolved with dawn’s bright fan,
flown with the mist that veiled the far bent line
that rent the sky and where the world began.
© Copyright 2010
Last edited by firefangled; 01-07-2010 at 07:02 PM.
Impressive entries so far -- keep 'em comin'!
Just a quick notice that the deadline entries for this leg of the form poetry contest will be one week from today,January 18. See Reply # 675 for the rules for this specific round.
Quick reminder that entries for this round of will be accepted through this coming Monday, Jan. 18, 2010. Specific rules in thread #675 above.
It is a peculiarity of time that in retrospect it appears so compact, an indivisible solid object, a dish with only one smell and one flavour ~ Cees Nooteboom
Each morning she pours milk into the cup.
She pours tea from the teapot into the cup.
The china cup, with the mandarin ducks.
It was her mother’s cup.
Each day she balances her books.
She pays bills, the taxman; she gives to charity.
She writes it all down in a hard, lined book.
The book was her father’s.
Each night she fingers the beads and prays.
She kneels, and her mouth moves imperceptibly.
Each night she prays for the world and its sorrows.
Repeated today. Repeated tomorrow.
Last edited by TheFifthElement; 01-17-2010 at 11:54 AM.
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Night
The dome of a sheltered man lies awake.
Animals with empty seashells cross its path
Taking the starry night's gentle rake,
Stealing what was long lost with the wind.
Woman's tears do glisten upon your dark blade,
You, with a frightening sight!
But your spine shivers from fair faces that made
Those compassionate sparkles of our cloudless skies.
The nymphs are departed.
Lonely, spectral spirits wander about our endless sea
While it remains uncharted,
While it becomes a mere bucket of our revolving history.
"I should like to know what people fear the most: whatever is contrary to their usual habits, I imagine." -Fyodor Dostoevsky
"A book must be an ice-axe to break the seas frozen inside our soul" -Franz Kafka
Here's my entry. Hopefully I did this correct and i beat the deadline.
Mountain Sun
At the onset of the mountain sun
In the freshness of the eagle’s air
In the snow of our journey’s road;
With the blessing of the early rain
With the gift of your love
Upon the acquiescence of the breaking sun;
Though the climb standing before us
Though the winds that hover above us
In the shudder before the cresting sun;
You leaned over to my face
In the unity of our common heart
And placed your lips to mine.
Last edited by Virgil; 01-18-2010 at 12:11 AM.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
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